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[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.
Happy Birthday, Toto!
I agree that rescheduling anything four times because of over- or double-booking is ridiculous.
Some celebrities practically beg for rude jokes. As long as we don't consider the likes of Paris Hilton, Mel Gibson, or Britney Spears as representative of any class except "idiot celebrities."
Encouraging recovery news, Cashmere!
Good news Cashmere!
That's wonderful, Cashmere!
Hiccups. Totally natural in babies, right? I don't have to sneak up on her and try to scare them out of her, do I? (babysitting a 6 wk old)
Totally normal. Though, if they persist, you could always wave the Freaky Toy at her.
Re-inflating lung ~ma for Cashmere's BiL!
Though, if they persist, you could always wave the Freaky Toy at her.
No. Adison's mother made me swear on my dog's life that Freaky Cat would stay in the guest room with the door SHUT the entire time.
I have been converted to the homemade fake cheese side. I just made this [link] , (with about half the amount of nutritional yeast that that calls for, because it seemed like way too much), and it's fabulous. Also, really does taste almost like cheese. Well, not quite like actual cheese, but it's a damn good approximation of the cheese sauce from the little packets of powdered cheese. And I have no idea how those flavors all come together to make this, and it's weirding me out a bit.
(The computer room is a smallish bedroom right off the bathroom so I'm only about 6 feet away from her for those moms (and dads) that involuntarily gasped at the thought of not being on the child whilst in the tub.)
No gasping here. Our bathroom is kinda centrally located upstairs, so I leave the door open and kind of putter around in the bedroom or laundry room. As long as I hear quiet splashing and playing, I know all is well.
Watching Return of the Jedi on cable.
Probably the Special Edition.
Unfortunately, they didn't CGI more Ewoks getting roasted by superior energy projection weaponry while attacking far more technologically advanced armored troops with rocks and sticks.
So..."Special Edition" my shiny white ass.
I have a distance cousin who's not really quite "right." I saw him this past weekend and he showed me a set of Star Wars actions figures that they had cleaned out of unpaid storage units they own. Most of them were Han Solo. I should have picked a few up but I couldn't part with the money. He also had a stuffed Wicket. I should have bought that so I could hang it from a noose in the back window of our van.
He also had a stuffed Wicket. I should have bought that so I could hang it from a noose in the back window of our van.
Oh, that'd be sweet. I'd burn it a little, too, and add a sign that says: "Seriously? A catapult?"
I'm going up to finish my Harry Potter book. I wish I could yell like Aimee, "Hey Miracleman, bring me a snickers!"