Willow ,'Showtime'
[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.
{{Cass & nephlet}} ::passes bubble-wrap too, for good measure. And quick-healing ~ma. Also for Daniel's Ray.
We're home! we left Ohio (and snow) last night at 7pm and got back here at 1:30 am; it was a pretty drive, actually. We're wiped. But Iris slept the entire way, we didn't need to stop every hour for a potty run, and, well... we're home! To find something like 500 posts in Bitches - I need someone to meara for me - too tired to mzzzzzz...
Why must the Disney people be such a pain? Why?
Because it's Disney?
ION, I went out last night to the neighborhood bar, cause I had to get out of the house. Where I met about 7 lovely Irish folk. Hung out and drank with them for the rest of the night, understood about every 3rd word, except for one guy, and then I understood about every 19th word.
Let's just say I joined the Thanksgiving barf brigade. Euch. I never get sick from drinking. I blame the Irish. I just got up, having successfully slept off most of my hangover.
It was quite a fun night, except for the last 1/2 hour of it. Euch, again, I say!
As long as there is a bar near the hotel in Toronto I might be able to avoid climbing a clock tower with a bolt action rifle.
Just *finally* talked to Nephlet. He's tired, woozy and in pain and it was still wonderful to hear his voice.
His leg (three breaks) is in a full cast for at least six weeks. The rest is just road rash on his face, side and hands. His helmet saved not only his brain, but likely his life.
Thank you for your prayers, thoughts and ~ma. I just want to be able to give him a hug but talking to him was the verbal equivalent today.
Cass - bone ma~~ to the nephlet -- and I am thankful it is leg and no head.
Congratulations on having a home -t!
and to you to Ms.Fay for the end of a successful run.
Calm ma ~~ Stephward.
and to everyone in need of it - calm and relaxed stomachs
Now, now, ND, don't go shooting the Canadians. It's not (entirely) their fault.
Aw, poor little guy, Cass. What a shitty thing to happen in winter. I'm glad he'll be ok.
Oh, Cass. I'm so glad you got to talk to him! Take care, all of you.
I just got my last paper proposal written, and now I'm plopping down to start working on a fairly tedious part of the actual paper. I'm gonna do it while watching Fried Green Tomatoes. That should make me good and cry.
As long as there is a bar near the hotel in Toronto I might be able to avoid climbing a clock tower with a bolt action rifle.
Now now now... if you're going to start shooting from a tower in Toronto think big and go for CN. Its a tower AND it has a bar -- no need to decide. I'm pretty sure you could get a riffle past the puffy things they have in security.
HORRAY FOR THE NEPHLET!!!!!!!!!
Aunt Cass is going to think any scar from the road rash is "cool", isn't she?