I just ordered these rain boots for Annabel: [link]
(Her latest favorite thing is to pretend she's a kitty, which chiefly means meowing and saying everything in a high-pitched voice.)
Giles, help! He's going to scold me!
Buffy ,'Never Leave Me'
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.
Susan W. - Dec 02, 2007 6:49:21 pm PST #6846 of 10002
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Fay - Dec 02, 2007 7:40:18 pm PST #6847 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Awesome boots!
my brother discovered that his son was of the idea that christmas was all about baby cheeses he did nothing to disabuse him of that notion
That is fantastic.
So lactose intolerance = atheism? What did the Three Kings bring? Mould, Camembert and Brie?
Susan W. - Dec 02, 2007 7:54:17 pm PST #6848 of 10002
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I had a college friend, very observant Conservative Jew, and one day we were at some kind of buffet where he absolutely loaded up on the cheese tray. I just kind of stared at his plate, and he said, "What can I say? I just a Jew for Cheeses."
Susan W. - Dec 02, 2007 8:16:34 pm PST #6849 of 10002
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Typo just discovered in my WIP:
My point-of-view character is a general, used to commanding armies but thrust by various strange circumstances into going renegade, currently with only a scared 17-year-old kid for company. He's trying to get the kid to buck up and not break down until they're out of immediate danger, and he wishes he had a good sergeant with him, because he's not used to reassuring frightened young pirates.
It took me four readings to realize what was wrong with the sentence.
WindSparrow - Dec 02, 2007 8:35:30 pm PST #6850 of 10002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Generals and Pirates, eh? Bit like Vicars and Tarts.
Pix - Dec 02, 2007 8:36:16 pm PST #6851 of 10002
The status is NOT quo.
t poking head in
We just put up our tree and decorated it! I am happy. Going to bed now, Night!
Cass - Dec 02, 2007 8:42:31 pm PST #6852 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Generals and Pirates, eh? Bit like Vicars and Tarts.Bwah! My thought exactly.
Glamcookie - Dec 02, 2007 11:45:25 pm PST #6853 of 10002
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
Jilli, remember how I mentioned the catalog that I get that reminds me of you? It's Brocade: [link]
Jars - Dec 03, 2007 12:05:37 am PST #6854 of 10002
I was in work at seven this morning. All of the wrong, it is belong to me.
Fay - Dec 03, 2007 3:51:29 am PST #6855 of 10002
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Ah. Well, yes, you're probably right. Although I'm usually at work between 7.30am and 8am (7.40 this morning), and have just got home at 8.30pm. So I think some of the wrong is mine. Not that I want to share it, mind.
God, my feet are killing me. And tomorrow morning? We take the kids on a sponsored walk (not that most of them have grasped what this actually entails; I'll be staggered if more than 3 of my 20 have got any sponsors) around Lumpini Park in the baking sun.
We are supposed to wear yellow 'We Love The King' shirts. I have bought one. I have put it on. I have screamed in horror and removed it.
They do not pay me enough to wear a yellow polo shirt. No. Fucking. Way. Just - no.
So I'm wearing my Mediaval Von Trapp frock, with a yellow scarf. Even though I wore that today. I don't care.
I have not yet decided whether I will wear the yellow baseball cap provided "as a personal gift" by the woman who's head of the Parent Teacher Group for each member of staff.
It is yellow. And a baseball cap.
I do not do either yellow or baseball caps.
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Her son's name? James Bond. I mean, their family name isn't Bond, it's something Thai. He's James Bond SomethingThai.
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They do not pay me enough to wear a yellow baseball cap provided by people who choose to call their child James Bond, imho.
...I'm pretty much expecting that tomorrow afternoon will involve the children falling asleep on the carpet, exhausted (and perhaps dehydrated?) after trudging around the park in the heat of the morning. They've all been told to bring water, but I'll anticipating that a fair few will forget.
...God. Seriously, knackered. And tomorrow evening we have our Staff Christmas Do. We're all going to be crashed out. Thank God Wednesday's a holiday. (King's 80th Birthday)