Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
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You can have all my worksanity, Suzi. I didn't need it today. They're installing a new phone system, so I haven't been able to be in my office at all. Instead, I've been playing on the internets and reading Cosmo.
I'm not sure about this manager for the A's, I have to say. We shall see.
(Mallory update: It was a spider bite. It's now down to a red "Z" about 1.5" tall)
Yeah, I wasn't sure why we intentionally walked a guy to get to the #4 batter. The guy who, two innings before, hit a homer. Whatever.
We weren't actually the FIRST in line, but it is nice having friends and a creative photographer. Supposedly the Contra Costa Times also has a picture, but I haven't found it yet.
We came over all Reform and had pizza last night. Yum.
After we were both too tired to go to Yizkor in the morning, so, had a pretty good-sized portion of guilt with that. But it's a fairly usual level of guilt, nothing extraordinary.
Who schedules a conference call for 6 AM? I swear, DH was calling in from the shower.
Poor Mal with the spider bite.
Oooh, pictures. Eta: and now I've seen them. stripey tight girl! Minion=cute. GREAT picture of Suzi&son - that green hair really suits you, girl.
Heh -- Suzi, that's awesome!
Glad it was just a spider bite, and I hope Mal is completely better quickly.
Glad it was just a spider bite, Raq. Did a doctor look at it?
Kristin, insent to your profile address.
Huh. Even though my mom ostensibly, while talking to me, doesn't seem to support my running the marathon and doesn't see the point in doing it, she forwarded the link to everyone. My cousin made a donation. My own parents haven't donated, but he has.
Okay, I know it's a bit weird that I said something remotely good about my mom, but was it
thread-killingly
weird?
Yes. We were all in such shock that the flow of time simply ceased.
Or something. I don't wanna do the stuff I ought to, but I am bored.
I was in the great internet limbo called Driving Home, Playing with Toddler, Making and Consuming Dinner, and Yoga.
Now I'm off to bike and watch the final episode of S1 of Supernatural.
(Robert to Mal: "Your last name may be Winchester, but your first name isn't Sam, and you're not going to go around with hair in your eyes like a Highland steer.")
Also, wow he was close to being named Sam. I'm glad we opted away, as that life path would have sucked.