{{Drew}} Sorry for the crazy making waiting. Calm ~ma to you.
{{Kristin}} Not fun.
Still at the office. Could go home, but trying to finish the project here so I don't have to cart it home with me. Blah.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
{{Drew}} Sorry for the crazy making waiting. Calm ~ma to you.
{{Kristin}} Not fun.
Still at the office. Could go home, but trying to finish the project here so I don't have to cart it home with me. Blah.
She's such a big shot, all verbal and whatnot.
When I get too close to Paul for her taste, I get a glare and an order of: "Off of Daddy."
Other Orders to Mommy include: "Lillian up on bed." "Nursing! Nursing!" and "Pants on bear?"
Thanks, but it went pretty well, all things considered. The parent was (rightly) pissed at her daughter and not at me. Phew!
I'm also still at work, but I'm about to pack up and head home. A nice dinner out with Drew and being asleep before 10 are both in my plans.
Why? What happened to me?
Nothing. I'm hideously tired, and misread DJ for you. I would be ashamed, but shame takes too much energy so instead I'm just wearily waving one hand.
I think I need to take a sick day. I'm being aggressively stupid all over the place.
aggressively stupid
I t heart this phrase.
I also t heart JZ, but that's no shock.
"Pants on bear?"
This is my very favorite Order.
I'm sorry your student went temporarily (hopefully) brain dead and you had to explain it to her parents. Glad parent was rational, and hopefully she's learned her lesson.
Take a sick day! They wouldn't let you use them on your maternity leave.
Other Orders to Mommy include: "Lillian up on bed." "Nursing! Nursing!" and "Pants on bear?"
Do we need to send this girl to Gothic Charm School? A little "Please, cocksucker" goes a long way, you know?
ION, I am Getting My Way on the game scheduling changes.
I'm back to medium bad.
I don't know that "Please, cocksucker" is particularly Gothic Charm. Wouldn't that be more, "I beg you, sloe-eyed Milky Mistress who in her benevolence bestowed upon me the dark but shimmering spark of life?"
If it's any (thin, translucent, barely-there) consolation at all, I get a painful number of those woolgathering monologue phone calls too, but mine usually end, several years into the call, with the caller saying, "So, what I need to know is if it's okay, if the doctor wouldn't mind, if I could possibly get your fax number." It's the cruellest possible punchline to the world's lamest shaggy dog joke.
Ha! Yes!