You should come visit, Emily. We could have dinner, and play I never, and stuff.
Mal: Can I come in? Inara: No. Mal: See? That's why I usually don't ask.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 52: Playing with a full deck?
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Lee - Jun 15, 2007 12:17:36 pm PDT #3316 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Kat - Jun 15, 2007 12:17:54 pm PDT #3317 of 10001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
ita, great letter. When K had her crap run-in with urgent care after the motorcycle accident, we wrote a letter. We ended it with something like, "I would hope that the supervisory physician discuss this concern with the doctor so that others not be subjected to subpar care."
But I'm pissy like that.
I just sniped at ANOTHER resident surgeon and hung up on a social worker. I hate Children's Hospital with the fire of a 1000000000 burning suns.
Kat, can I come visit Graciegirl on Sunday?
Sure! As a warning I HATE the new place.
erikaj - Jun 15, 2007 12:18:01 pm PDT #3318 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I like them too, Emily. Lots. But when I was a kid, I thought "Dad, there's sauerkraut and thousand on your sandwich," and never got my courage up to eat one. now we have three things in common.
Cass - Jun 15, 2007 12:21:11 pm PDT #3319 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Well, that might be pig overkill, you see.I understand the individual words but they make no sense together.
Mmmm, bacon.
I had green chili tamales that I shredded some carnitas over. Mmm, yummy roast pig. Because my lunch date had her wee one fall asleep just before we were supposed to meet for Mexican, so I made my own fun. Food. Whatever.
Lee - Jun 15, 2007 12:22:33 pm PDT #3320 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I like pork, most of the time.
Just not when it's really salted fat bacon
Cass - Jun 15, 2007 12:26:17 pm PDT #3321 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Bacon is what happens when pigs ascend.
Lee - Jun 15, 2007 12:28:37 pm PDT #3322 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Bacon is what happens when pigs ascend.
And as Cordelia taught us, that always works out SO well.
Steph L. - Jun 15, 2007 12:30:10 pm PDT #3323 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Oooooh, SNAP!
Lee - Jun 15, 2007 12:31:22 pm PDT #3324 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hee
Cass - Jun 15, 2007 12:32:37 pm PDT #3325 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Bitch.
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