Kaylee: Can I? Zoe: Sure. He's out, though. Kaylee: He did this for me, once.

'Safe'


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.


Aims - Jul 31, 2007 7:57:40 am PDT #8940 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Aimee, isn't there a royal decree on the princess's daycare? As in how dare they charge the daughter of the Empress and Miracleman to grace the rest of humanity with her presence.

Bwah! I wish.

I had my lunch and I am not full.

Bah.


Daisy Jane - Jul 31, 2007 7:58:27 am PDT #8941 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I'm offering tour guide services for anyone who needs a South.

I would make a horrible daycare worker.


Cashmere - Jul 31, 2007 8:01:23 am PDT #8942 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

The tuition is $200/wk. And they are closed the week after Christmas.

Ouch. We're talking full day care/preschool? Still 'spensive.

Got our report back from the speech therapist. Owen does have mild delays in receptive/expressive and pragmatic language skills with excellent prognosis for catching up with a little bit of therapy. Not devastating news.


WindSparrow - Jul 31, 2007 8:10:40 am PDT #8943 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

My south is red clay roads, spanish moss dripping off the trees, biscuits made from scratch by the touchy-feely method, dog-washes (rain so hard it washes the dogs out from under the house), swimming holes with rickety roller skating rinks next to them, fried fish when the family comes for a visit, gekkos in the house, my aunt Sharon washing her hair in the flower garden, my dad and brothers setting off M-80s on the rusty garden swing....


Aims - Jul 31, 2007 8:11:13 am PDT #8944 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

Ouch. We're talking full day care/preschool? Still 'spensive.

Yup. Way spensive. I'm totally in the wrong business.

But, I really did like it and Em would probably love it, specially since one of her teachers will be a guy. She'll have someone to flirt and be coy with.


Maria - Jul 31, 2007 8:13:31 am PDT #8945 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

I'm offering tour guide services for anyone who needs a South.

Are you booked next June? What for, you ask? Oh, I will just happen to be in Dallas the third week of that month. I'll have to check the dates and exact location, but barring a change in jobs, I will be in Dallas next year and I will build in playtime to the schedule.


Daisy Jane - Jul 31, 2007 8:15:55 am PDT #8946 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."

I am not! At least not as of yet, but you're more than welcome to book me.

I'll have to check the dates and exact location

Definately this. Playtime activities are much dependant on location.


Maria - Jul 31, 2007 8:16:01 am PDT #8947 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

Cracklin' Oat Bran:

Cash, that's great news. I'm so happy it's mild, and correctable.

She'll have someone to flirt and be coy with.

That one definitely takes after her mother.

Now I'm going to get lunch. My stomach has made it known that a cup of coffee this morning was just not enough.


Aims - Jul 31, 2007 8:18:49 am PDT #8948 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

That one definitely takes after her mother.

Whatever do you mean?

bats eyelashes


askye - Jul 31, 2007 8:27:31 am PDT #8949 of 10001
Thrive to spite them

My South is live oaks and spanish moss, red clay hills and plantations. It's quail hunting, turkey hunting, sink holes and fresh springs. It's sandy soil, scrub oaks, saw palmettos, and long leaf pines that go right to the sandy beaches. It's shrimp boats, cast nets, it's the thrill of being old enough to go from cut bait to spinning rods. It's fried mullet, cheese grits, cole slaw, hush puppies, and ice tea. Fried fish fundraisers at churches, Wednesday Night Fellowship, summers spent in Vacation Bible school and at the beach. My South is pick ups on the side of the road selling watermelon, peaches, boiled peanuts, and fire wood. Nehi Peach, peach cobbler, mayhaw jelly.