Happy birthday, Sean!
Tommy, I agree with Sue; I'd want an opinion from a specialist, but I'd want to be consulted before anything more than necessary tests were done.
Thanks, ita, I figured it wasn't anything I needed; it's good to be validated.
Oh! I know this one! 'Slaying entails certain sacrifices, blah blah blahbity blah, I'm so stuffy, gimme a scone.'
Buffy ,'Help'
Natter Area 51: The Truthiness Is in Here
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Zenkitty - May 28, 2007 9:28:57 am PDT #9595 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Lee - May 28, 2007 9:42:11 am PDT #9596 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Happy Birthday, Sean!
Will someone come clean my house for me?
I'll make you brownies if you do.
I make good brownies.
§ ita § - May 28, 2007 9:42:42 am PDT #9597 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
tommy, I recommend...whatever the wise people here say. I'm still no use.
Happy birthday, Sean!
Zen, we know who you are. What do you need them for?
SuziQ - May 28, 2007 9:49:55 am PDT #9598 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Lee - that would mean I'd have to get dressed. Brownies = nummy!
Rick - May 28, 2007 9:53:46 am PDT #9599 of 10001
One of whom was born in Bohemia. Which means (1) my last name is actually Czech, instead of German as I'd thought all my life, and (2) I'm 1/8 Czech, which I never knew before.
Bohemia was populated by both ethnic Germans and ethnic Slavs for hundreds of years, so place of birth may not be a very useful indicator in this case. The "protection" of the German population was Hitler's excuse for annexing Bohemia.
Anne W. - May 28, 2007 9:58:25 am PDT #9600 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Happy Birthday, Sean!
Lee - May 28, 2007 10:00:00 am PDT #9601 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lee - that would mean I'd have to get dressed. Brownies = nummy!
Inside pants are acceptable.
Ginger - May 28, 2007 10:00:23 am PDT #9602 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Waves to fellow 1/8 Czech.
I was in a graduate English class once, and somehow the conversation turned to ancestry. I said my ancestors had emigrated from Bohemia. One woman gave kind of a gasp and said, "You meen Bohemia is a real country? I thought Arthur Conan Doyle made it up."
eta: Happy birthday, Sean. I hope this is a much better year for you and S.
JZ - May 28, 2007 10:00:25 am PDT #9603 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Lee, if I had the car I'd be down there in a flash. Mmmmmmm, brownies.
ION, Matilda has been asleep for two hours. Which is craxy. Time to wake her up and keep her wide, wide awake for the entire rest of the day, or tonight will be a fresh hell I can't now even imagine. At least I got the hallway swept, the bibs and all my tights and nursing bras washed, the dishes and kitchen counter done, and the grottiest of the dried-on crusts of filth on the kitchen floor all scrubbed off. I now feel fully justified in fucking off for the rest of the day.
Er, waking the baby and then fucking off outside, in the fresh air, where she'll have to stay awake.
Lee - May 28, 2007 10:01:17 am PDT #9604 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Lee, if I had the car I'd be down there in a flash. Mmmmmmm, brownies.
I could meet you in Millbrae.