Lorne: Take care of yourself and ah, make sure fluffy is getting enough love. Gunn: Did he have anything? Fred: No. And who's fluffy? Are you fluffy? Gunn: He called me fluffy? Fred: He said make sure…wait. You don't think he was referring to anything of mine that's fluffy, do you? Because that would just be inappropriate.

'Conviction (1)'


Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers  

[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.


Connie Neil - Mar 09, 2007 8:10:24 am PST #9844 of 10001
brillig

I guess I'd better go out and kiss my tires, for the number of time's I've hopped curbs and not had a tire go.


sj - Mar 09, 2007 8:10:25 am PST #9845 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

ION Owen's eating mac & cheese with chopsticks.

Pictures?


esse - Mar 09, 2007 8:11:50 am PST #9846 of 10001
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Narf. Why do I always manage to dig my hole deeper? I thought I would finally be on track today, with this being payday--rent paid, check; money transferred for bill pay, check; credit card for glasses, check; money left over for food and staples, check.

Except life, being life, throws you curveballs. The eyeglasses place wouldn't accept my Amex (WTF??) so I had to put a fifty pound deposit on the glasses and pay the balance when they arrive. Which meant the money I had earmarked for food + staples + oncoming week = gone, not to mention putting me about ten pounds out of sync with what is actually in my account right now.

Sigh. Why doesn't this ever get any easier?


juliana - Mar 09, 2007 8:18:18 am PST #9847 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

Possibly Juliana's favorite country song. It's up there.

It's up there. I don't think it's my ALL TIME FAVORITE, but it's definitely up there.

{{{{{SA}}}}} Sorry, bebe. I definitely know what you mean.


Cashmere - Mar 09, 2007 8:19:14 am PST #9848 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Possibly Juliana's favorite country song. It's up there.

LOVE.

Oh, juliana, a co-worker of DH used to sing this with a friend of his on open mike night at a bar all the time! We loved loved LOVED going to see them. And they did this song perfectly. Along with their version of "Ring of Fire." /Raised on classic country

Sigh. Why doesn't this ever get any easier?

{{SA}} Sorry.

Pictures?

Alas, digital camera battery is recharging. I'll give you an Esther Williams shot instead.

Damn, now I think I'm having paranoid itching on my back.


Amy - Mar 09, 2007 8:29:57 am PST #9849 of 10001
Because books.

Oh, Cash. I hope it's not shingles, or it's mild if it is. You deserve your NYC trip, and it should be fun and definitely non-itchy.

Love the Esther Williams shot. Somehow the pacifier really adds charm.

{{{SA}}} It's not easy for me, either, and I'm almost twice your age. Money sucks.

MM, I don't know where they live, but we'll find them. We have true love lust on our side.


sj - Mar 09, 2007 8:33:59 am PST #9850 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I'll give you an Esther Williams shot instead.

Awww!!!

{{{SA}}} Money stuff is so difficult. I'm sorry.

I made a huge list yesterday, when I was waiting for my dentist appointment, of everything I need to do to take control of my health again. Now I just need to figure out how to do it all.


esse - Mar 09, 2007 8:37:00 am PST #9851 of 10001
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!

Thanks for the punctuation. I just wish I could be even marginally better off, particularly when I am trying to do right by myself, you know?


Miracleman - Mar 09, 2007 8:37:09 am PST #9852 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

SA - I know what you mean about the $$.

Example: Last night I sit down to do the budget. Our bank account shows nearly $2K in it! Woohoo!

After cursing and moaning and shoveling around a shitload of papers I discover the bill pile and the check book. Pull up my budget spreadsheet. Go to work.

Scribble, curse, scribble, curse, clickety click, scribble, curse...

Many things paid. The checking account was a whopping, like, $1.50 left.

...woohoo...

Aimee has taken to pulling the Punk out of the way much in the manner of a woman hustling a child out of the way of a rampaging monster when I sit to do the budget.


NoiseDesign - Mar 09, 2007 9:03:09 am PST #9853 of 10001
Our wings are not tired

I worked on my Taxes until 4 AM. I've made a very small dent in them. I feel the budget/finance pain.