Wash ,'War Stories'
[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.
Who got a good night's sleep last night? Raise your hand so I can resent you.
Me. I slept so well I missed my alarm. My contract manager woke me up when she called me at 5:45am (when I'm normally on the road to work) to see if I would stop at Starbucks (not an uncommon thing). Yes, I did stop. Figured I needed the kick-start.
Do I pass muster?
Why do you even go to that chair at night? That chair should have a sign on it saying, "I am here to fuck up Cindy's neck." Pfft. No resentment.
I slept well, due to two Darvocet.
I can't resent you. Even when you're not recovering from surgery.
Me. I slept so well I missed my alarm.
Aha! Glam On! Resentment On!
Oh, Aimee. I'm so sorry. It never rains but it pours, and what is with this last year for everyone, anyhow?
DJ, I'm glad things are a little better in your heart right now, and that you had your Mimi to make you the you we love so much.
But, my nape is showing.....
Why do you even go to that chair at night? That chair should have a sign on it saying, "I am here to fuck up Cindy's neck." Pfft. No resentment.
No, see, I go to the chair to not be on the couch, which is just comfortable enough to allow me to sleep through, and not-suited-for-sleeping, such that it can mess up every part of me. The idea with being in the chair is that I won't fall asleep. It works better than the couch. It's just a wing chair. It's not even that comfy (except that I have my feet up on an ottoman).
Scott swears he tried to wake me and couldn't. I woke on my own at about 2am.
But, my nape is showing.....
This is always good news. In less good news, Joe Kennedy is stinking up spring training (give me back my Saarloos!) and Crosby has decided that he can't change his swing even though it's so violent he breaks his own bones with it. Doofus. He'll be on the DL before my birthday.
The idea with being in the chair is that I won't fall asleep.
Well, now that you've tested this idea with multiple experiments and found that indeed, you can sleep there and fuck up your neck, perhaps you would consider this radical option: Go to bed.
I am ripe for Hec resentment. I went to bed at 10:30 (unaccountably tired) and slept through til 7 (unusually late b/c DH was working from home today (so he could take a 7:30 conference call, who schedules these things?)) and have, since then, been unusually perky and productive.
Also, my hair is down to my waist and the purple streak has faded to blonde.
Going to bed is hard.
How does Mike Piazza look this year?