mix chamomile and mint - both are tummy soothers.
Mal ,'The Message'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hell, he can't hurt me. He can just piss me off. But, if he goes looking, he shouldn't be mad at what he finds.
Exactly. I mean, WTF?
Thanks sumi, I'll do that.
I am very curious because I've never experienced a hurricane before (except the remnants when they would make NC rainy for a few days).
Remember that very few of them are disasters, and most are big windy rainstorms at a time of year when the whole region needs replenishing. That's not to say you should take Ellie surfing at the height of the storm, but this dude doesn't look like a big worry as storms go.
pets Kristin's tummy. Soothingly.
I LOVE the homicidal cuddle pile! Sweet!
"Man, it would be soooooo much easier if all the shitheads would just up and be named Earl."
BWAH!! She is so very, very right.
Those black-eyed peas
Tasted all right to me, Earl....
Our housemate's cat is definitely an outdoors cat, so we had few legs to stand on in keeping the others in. Koogie goes out in the morning, looks around, comes back in and sleeps the rest of the day. Shadow goes out on regular patrols, then comes back and checks in on Hubby. We pull them in at night, more from the desire to have kitty snuggles in bed than from worry.
Wanna know what is *really* Joe's fault?
The fact that I am as big a dork as I am. I just got my birthday present.
A solid rowan-wood wand and a Hufflepuff school banner.
Awwwwww!
Joe wins.
I just think Joe helped bring out your inner dork.
That's not to say you should take Ellie surfing at the height of the storm, but this dude doesn't look like a big worry as storms go.
Joe's been talking about doing exactly this, but Ellie will be staying on shore with me. Dean is no longer projected to hit us head on but is how headed a bit more to the left. Look out Dominican Republic.
Having thought about it, I think at least 70% of my issue is feeling trapped on this island. There's no where to go in case of disaster. Sort of claustrophobia, I guess.