Winchester (and, um, I'm not exactly sure he's a boy yet, but whatever) is extremely friendly. I can't believe he wasn't a pet at some point. He comes right up to you and lets Sara pet him, in that not exactly finessed three-year-old way.
'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
Dammit.
I forget a bowl to put my lunch (lentil soup) in. And there is NOTHING in our kitchen to put it in.
I didn't want to spend the $$ on buying a lunch today. Sigh.
Ah, go for it, baby.
You sure?
Are you making sketti for tonight?
Mmmm sketti.
I did! Thank you... now I need to work out when we can go...
Nora, if you do figure out a date, let me know as I go up pretty regularly and I'd love to go out and play in Portland with you guys.
Mmmm...sketti does sound good.
Maybe I'll make oodles and have it for lunch and dinner.
And some for lunch and dinner tomorrow!!
Sketti for days!
It shall be done, my Empress.
(Can you tell I'm in a much better mood?)
(I can. And I am very relieved and happy about it. I'ma head to Barry's. Maybe I'll get some bagels for brekkie tomorrow. Love you, Sparky.)
At the train station. Heading home. Vacation short.