That's quite the domestic adventure you had there Aimee.
Simon: You're out of your mind. Early: That's between me and my mind.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Daisy Jane - Nov 13, 2007 3:03:02 pm PST #3863 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Aims - Nov 13, 2007 3:05:27 pm PST #3864 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I feel like a combination of Amelia Bedelia and Anne Shirley. Maybe I'll invite one of our friends over and get them drunk and then sell my fanfiction so I can sell baking powder.
Cashmere - Nov 13, 2007 3:06:36 pm PST #3865 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
Aimee, I've sooooo been there. I'd be skipping the oreos and go straight to the Jack & Diet Coke.
Today I was trying to navigate the kids into the McDonald's playland while carrying our tray of food. Right in the middle of the restaurant, my cup tips over the side, lid comes off, ice and Diet Coke splash everywhere. I'm stuck there with Liv on my hip, trying to hold onto Owen AND the tray.
A nice old guy grabs the tray and carries it to a table for me. I turn 20 shades of red.
After we ate, Owen went up to a strange woman and tried to wrest her ice cream cone out of her hand.
Daisy Jane - Nov 13, 2007 3:07:36 pm PST #3866 of 10002
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
After we ate, Owen went up to a strange woman and tried to wrest her ice cream cone out of her hand.
Ha!
A lilttle less than 30 min to go. I think Imma buff dive.
Aims - Nov 13, 2007 3:08:09 pm PST #3867 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I say we play "Lord of the Flies" with Em and Owen. Take then to a deserted island and leave them there.
.....
On second thought, let's abandon them here and you and I go to a deserted island.
Laura - Nov 13, 2007 3:08:40 pm PST #3868 of 10002
Our wings are not tired.
Mmmm pizza! Poor Aims.
I haven't figured out what to have for dinner yet. When I get home I hope to find that the boys made something already. I need wine. Don't much care what food goes with it. And House tonight!
Guess I better leave the office...
JZ - Nov 13, 2007 3:09:53 pm PST #3869 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, poor Aimée. Your evening sounds like a lost chapter from Life Among The Savages.
Aims - Nov 13, 2007 3:12:18 pm PST #3870 of 10002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I've just added that book to my Wish List.
JZ - Nov 13, 2007 3:14:22 pm PST #3871 of 10002
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
It's seriously made of awesome. And I'd be shocked if your local library didn't have a copy or three.
hippocampus - Nov 13, 2007 3:20:37 pm PST #3872 of 10002
not your mom's socks.
oh Aimee - you win. milk, oreos, and CSI. I declare them yours.
eta: and in the land of commando potty training, day 1: 9 pairs of underwear. 5 pairs of pants. 1 pair of socks.