I didn't hear the boing. There was supposed to be a boing.
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.
I prefer an earth-shattering kaboom.
Edited because I swear I typed "ing"! But it was nowhere to be seen.
Peektures of new chair (and cat! and book!):
Long view in bay: [link]
Different angle: [link]
Check the reading material: [link]
That's a really nice set. I think I should replace my overstuffed chair/ottoman set with it, actually.
Was it hard to put together?
Ooh! I like it.
Is D really that big?
Was it hard to put together?
No, not really. Just bolting the legs to the pieces, and bolting the back to the seat. Also, it should be relatively easy to take the pads out for reupholstering (when I get around to it), provided they didn't glue the frame together.
Beer was still required. I think it's a Pavlovian response to the sight of an Allen wrench.
Is D really that big?
15-16 pounds, so yup. He's a brawny boy.
Well, not PORN big...
I can't see any pictures
Well, not PORN big...I deserved that, didn't I?
15-16 pounds, so yup. He's a brawny boy.He's purty too.
Am watching Monk. Am drinking wine. Am inexplicably (well, maybe not Inexplicably) teary. Have lost Pronouns.
I long for someone to clean, both in the prony sense and the literal sense.
I'm entering all my appointments for this year into an online system so I can run reports. Bored Now.