NOT a good strategy, Joseph.
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.
MM, how'd she get hold of Q-tips?
Maybe EM has developed a transporter - have you taught her the virtues of sharing yet?
Wouldn't work with Emeline anyway.
True story: She is really getting into the whole "pretending" phase. And a big part of pretending starts with monsters. So she'll run around around saying "Aaaahhh!! A mo'ster, a mo'ster, daddy, daddy, a mo'ster!!"
The other day she runs up to me and says "Daddy!! A mo'ster!!" I say to her "Should we hide?"
She says "No, daddy!! C'mere, me hit it!!"
Slayer in training? We can only hope.
Man, if I could get Susan Sto-Helit to nanny for Emeline I would never have to worry again.
Now, I'll go look at the link.
In the ten minutes I spent taking out trash, cleaning the shit out of the back yard and helping Aimee's mom put away a couple of groceries, she managed to spill water everywhere, write with water on two windows with a Q-tip, write on the computer screen with (thankfully washable) marker, get blocks everywhere, denude the couch and loveseat of throw pillows and spread her books over three counties.
So...she's Max and you're Ruby?
So...she's Max and you're Ruby?
Only if Ruby's mistake were to leave EVERYTHING ON THE PLANET nearby, yes.
So, we get to call Joe "Ruby" now?
Ruby Joe, Diamond Jim...
Dying of the humanity. About to get in line for Pia Guerra (Y the Last Man artist) and then get the hell out.