You're a brave woman, Cashmere, letting a kid with stomach flu sit on the couch naked. I'd be reaching for the pull-up (or as they are known in our house, the diaper panty).
I love how Isaac says "III-and ah Soh-dor"
Buffy: You tossed that vamp like he was a... little teeny vamp. Riley: You wanna go again? C'mon. I bet this place is just teeming with aerodynamic vampires.
'Help'
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.
Burrell - Apr 24, 2007 5:22:04 am PDT #6475 of 10003
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
vw bug - Apr 24, 2007 5:28:13 am PDT #6476 of 10003
Mostly lurking...
Oh, my, Cashmere. Poor you! Poor Owen! Hope he feels better soon and that you stay sane.
I just emptied out two suitcases. They were basically filled with clean laundry. Boy, I'm lazy some days. But, I found more underwear! I could have gone a few more days without doing laundry! Ha!
Vortex - Apr 24, 2007 5:29:50 am PDT #6477 of 10003
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
ETA: Done! And it's a little cheaper.
Oakland is a really easy airport, and you can take BART (the subway) into the city. Also, Jet Blue the bestest airline ever flies into Oakland.
The unofficial news is that it looks like I'll be hitting the Chantilly, VA area the week of June 4-8th. It won't become official until mid-May, I'm guessing...but still, we are making progress.
Woo! marks calendar, prepares hangover remedies
They really do help, just yesterday was brutal and the compresses only helped for basically the time I was doing it.
They rock. Sometimes, I’ll put a heating pad on top of the compress to keep it hot. Yes, I’m risking electrocution, but since I’m praying for death at that point anyway, it’s a moot point.
Tom Scola - Apr 24, 2007 5:31:25 am PDT #6478 of 10003
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
Laura - Apr 24, 2007 5:35:14 am PDT #6479 of 10003
Our wings are not tired.
Hee. I love Scola The Enabler.
Steph L. - Apr 24, 2007 5:43:12 am PDT #6480 of 10003
I look more rad than Lutheranism
The Boy and I were talking the other day about coming out to SF.
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Heh. Not *moving* out there; just vacation.
SuziQ - Apr 24, 2007 5:44:05 am PDT #6481 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Woo! marks calendar, prepares hangover remedies
Woot!!!
beth b - Apr 24, 2007 5:47:35 am PDT #6482 of 10003
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
Sending out the ma~~~ I 'm just hoping I have had enough meds that I don't start randomly yelling about the plants having sex ( and then needing to rest for half an hour because I used up all my air) But i feel awake enough to go get coffee.
JZ - Apr 24, 2007 5:55:43 am PDT #6483 of 10003
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Heh. Not *moving* out there; just vacation.
Pffft. So you say now. September with San Francisco at its prettiest, and Folsom Street, and the Boy? We'll just see.
Much, much ~ma to Cash and poor sick Owen.
And hearing-back-today~ma to sj and TCG. The sooner you're out of there and free from the disagreeable landlady and the stream of lookers and realtors, the better. And I forgot to mention it at the time, but I'm both sorry and incredibly amused that your evil stinky-fish-dish plot a few days ago was totally undermined by your culinary skill.
Baby sleep report: Matilda only woke twice last night, at midnight and 3:30. Both times she fed and went peacefully back to sleep, and now she's wide awake and chatting happily with David. Lots of "Okay" and "Hey!" in this morning's conversation.
SuziQ - Apr 24, 2007 5:59:55 am PDT #6484 of 10003
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I think I insulted Matilda when I gave her a raspberry on Saturday. She went from coo'ing to full on pissed off in a second. I'm losing my touch.