Let me check my notes...
And somewhere, Hec is updating his files...
Wash ,'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.
Let me check my notes...
And somewhere, Hec is updating his files...
This coming from the woman whose response to her sister's request that you plan her wedding was to clap giddily and say "Yea! I get to make lists!!"
Y'know, I just realized I can never let Aimée meet my friend Alexia. Alexia is the Queen Of Lists and Planning Things. And wears gauchos.
Oh, honey? I'm bringing work home tonight and I'll need your help with it.
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Y'know, I just realized I can never let Aimée meet my friend Alexia. Alexia is the Queen Of Lists and Planning Things. And wears gauchos.
We would have an awesome time!! Planning and listing where to wear our gauchos!
Alexia has a list (and, IIRC, a spreadsheet) for What We Need If The Apocalypse Happens. Including information such as what skills all our friends have, where the best place to start the commune is (best place as in, where it will be easiest to plant and harvest crops), and a what things will need to be looted on our way to that place. My job is apparently to hit every store I can for chocolate, opiates, and basal thermometers.
I still don't know how serious she is about this stuff, but it makes for entertaining conversations at Stitch & Bitch.
Alexia has a list (and, IIRC, a spreadsheet) for What We Need If The Apocalypse Happens.
I officially love Alexia.
I am awed by your friend Alexia. I have vague plans for the apocalypse ( including getting a yurt from pacific yurt) , but my plans haven't gone that far. yet. Now I have something to live up to. Damn. maybe I sho9uold get off the couch.
I figure that when the apocalypse comes, I'd need to get out to the middle of nowhere, way away from the big city. But then everybody else will be trying to do that too, so I figure it's probably not worth the trouble.
Oh, honey? I'm bringing work home tonight and I'll need your help with it.
Buh-rrruuuuuhhhh?
What could I possibly help you with in re: your work?
I know what I'll wear when the apocalypse comes, and that I'll start heading for the Caribbean. I don't want to overplan.