'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
Cash and MM's talk of Grendel led me to look up the Wikipedia entry on the comic book, and lo! I did find the following bit of idiocy:
2007 marks the 25th anniversary of Matt Wagner's seminole creation, Grendel (emphasis mine)
You mean like the indians?
juliana, insent.
Nyargh. kicks the timing gods, for she would really like to take smonster up on that offer
Oh, I hate this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I've got to keep Sammie confined to her carrier until I take her to the vet, for them to get a urine sample to make sure her infection cleared up after the antibiotics. She's sitting quietly in the carrier, which is worse than if she were crying. She's just in there looking out at me.
Oh, Andi. It's always horrible when they're just looking at you like "I hope there's a reason for this treatment, because I don't understand. Also, I don't feel good, and I'm wondering if you're ever going to do anything about that."
Sean, any news on Operation Wallet Find It Now?
It's always horrible when they're just looking at you like "I hope there's a reason for this treatment, because I don't understand. Also, I don't feel good, and I'm wondering if you're ever going to do anything about that."
I always assume they're looking at you silently because they're plotting your painful demise.
Yeah, Sean, and to put the icing on the guilt cake, Harvey is sitting four feet from the carrier, looking in at Sammie. Visiting the prisoner. I wanna sob.
Poor Sammie and Andi. I would want to sob too!
Sean, any news on Operation Wallet Find It Now?
OH! Yes! Finally.
Last night when I went back to the theater, the wallet turned up. Turns out the lighting designer, whom I was sitting next to on Saturday night, snatched it up with all his belongings when we all packed up to leave for the night. He discovered on Monday, when he was working on a different show at a different theater, that he had a wallet in his man-bag that was not his, and returned it to me last night.
well, it's a good weight-loss aid, I tell ya. I've got some spagetti on the stove for lunch but no appetite for it at all.
How much longer does she have to be in confinement? I hope it goes by quickly for you both.
ETA Yay! Sean! I'm glad you didn't have to replace everything.