Mmm. Wife soup. I must've done good.

Wash ,'War Stories'


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.


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.

The Boy and I were talking the other day about coming out to SF.

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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.


Cass - Apr 24, 2007 6:02:38 am PDT #6485 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

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.
It is nigh impossible to find a plug-in heating pad. Mine died and I miss it like whoa. Because screw electrocution, I want the constant heat. Or death. Something.


JZ - Apr 24, 2007 6:05:22 am PDT #6486 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.

She's just tetchy with the teething, and also possibly heading into stranger fear. On Sunday at church she was flirting and cooing and grinning with a very friendly lady in a pretty Sunday hat, and out of nowhere she went from Big!Merry!Smile! to her entire face turning into a clenched little red fist and exploding with woo woo woo waugh! for no reason at all. It's awful; her woe is both heartbreaking and incredibly comic, and it's so disconcerting to the poor person who's just been happily chatting with her.

But, in short, not you. She's got a funky little brain and its ways are deep and mysterious.


Daisy Jane - Apr 24, 2007 6:07:49 am PDT #6487 of 10003
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

Always fun to come back to work after vacation and find piles of crap all over your desk and your coworkers looking like puppies who just piddled all over the carpet.