not me! And my cell phone didn't notice the time change so I got up an hour earlier than I needed to.
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[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.
heh. took Iris to play with an old, old, old (20+ years) boyfriend's daughter who is the same age. Riot. They had a good time, and DH left off his "you mean you dated people before me?" teasing.
The bowtie kitty photo is awesome; thanks Sean! made my very gronky morning.
I got a very funny cat video. When I get to work I'll figure out a way to share itwith the group.
Oh don't kill yourself on our behalf.
Whee, Erin! Very glad you're here.
We really did have more fun than should be legal last night. We played an epic game of Settlers of Catan (expanded version for 5-6). Omnis won, but it was a close game. Also ridiculously 12 ("I've got wood for your sheep...heh, heh...")
Remember, with brick use lots of lube.
He's quoting billytea. I'm going to thwap him anyway.
ya we were 12 all night
They caught someone drawing the swastikas. They're pretty sure that the person they caught isn't the person behind all of them, though -- just two or three of them.
Welcome erin_obscure!
Ditto.
Spent yesterday at the hospital with faux-mom and today visited her husband. Oh my. This will be hard. She's hating everyone for trying to get her to 'do things right'...like eat and do the pt that will get her out of the hospital bed and he's fretting about me using their car while I live there and spent a good portion of our time together yelling at Bartleby.
Sample: Him--Hey! Dog! Quit scratching fleas all over my house! Me, in a quiet tone--Gordon, he does not have fleas. Him--Why is he scratching then!! Me--His collar itches him. He doesn't usually wear it in the house. Him--Well...
This is the functionally blind fellow...or so I was led to believe. Bartleby was a good 20 feet away when he made the offending motion.
I get that, at 95, one has the option of being a concrete thinker, but his being a supreme grump is only getting worse.
I love them. They are wonderful, wonderful people in a very bad situation but...oy.
Also ridiculously 12 ("I've got wood for your sheep...heh, heh...")
And in retrospect, i really should have planned a way for my own wood supply, instead of constantly having to take other people's wood. But i guess that's one of the inherent problems in being a single woman, not enough readily available wood ;P