Spike ,'The Killer In Me'
[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.
Happy Aimee Day, everyone!
Sean, how is S doing this morning?
By the way, thank you everyone for your good wishes for Sammie. ATM, I am leaning toward the more testing option, in hopes that the results will yield a diagnosis of "Ah, she's really doing ok, just had some weird numbers there for a minute." Or if it is something, then early stages mean easier treatment.
Happy birthday Aimee!
I am alive! And I might have home Net in the next week or so...but I'll still be crazy-busy with school starting.
Miss you guys!
Andi, I hope any testing comes up with good news.
Jesus birthday? Because of your age? And the not crucified yet?
Basically an "IN YOUR FACE, Son of God!" kind of holiday, I guess. I can get behind that.
Jesus birthday? Because of your age? And the not crucified yet?
I guess because Jesus was 33 when he was crucified and I'm 33 today!
364 more days to crucify me!
I also had to go get a Michigan license last night.
I am officially a Michigan resident.
I almost CRIED when she hole-punched my California license.
I almost CRIED when she hole-punched my California license.
Ack! My condolences on the transition. happy Natal day, though.
At least they let you have it back, now. At once point Minnesota used to confiscate your old license, even the Minnesota one, and make you carry around just a piece of paper until ou got your new one. Now they clip the corner.
Happy Birthday Aimee!
last night I went on a date with a very interesting & disconcertingly amorous gentleman who bore a striking resemblance to Mandy Patinkin.
Ooooh. That sounds so exciting! Sorry you're only feeling platonic.
Sorry you're only feeling platonic.
Yeah, me too. I strongly feel that Fay is so fabulous, that her life should include either one amazingly, scorchingly passionate life-long love affair, or a regular series fantabulous, heated, less permanent, amicably ended affairs. Thus the Bitches would be the recipients of Fay's endearing accounts, not so much of the hot details, but of anecdotes of the brilliantly witty things that were said at outings to the theater or fine restaurants. Hmm, perhaps you could simply make up stories for us, the way Vickie Bliss writes outrageous bodice-rippers for her boss.
Erm, not that your job should be to provide us with entertainment through which we could live vicariously, Fay. We just want to know you are happy. Truly.
the way Vickie Bliss writes outrageous bodice-rippers for her boss.
Aren't we due another Vickie Bliss book? Amelia Peabody seems tapped out.