'The Message'
[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.
S is out of surgery, and really really groggy. She's doing okay, but there's (as is typical) the potential for some complications. So far, so good, but we'll have to wait out the next couple of days to see how things go.
GC, go home already, or something. Stab people in the face (with unicorns and puppies, possibly) if you have to.
Yay for un-laid offness!
Sentence you don't hear every day:
"Excuse me, ladies. I got a potato gun for Christmas. I'm very excited."
Ginger, I just sent an email to the address I had in my addy book for you. It was a mindspring address, if that's still good.
Sean, I'm sorry I didn't get to stop by today. I am just now home from work. GC, I hope you get home soon!
ION, my cousin finally sent me pictures from my visit in October! I think this is my favorite one (I don't look that good, but I like the expressions): [link]
Great picture, juliana.
I don't look that goodBWAH!!! You are So. Wrong.
Sean, I'm glad the surgery went well. Crossing fingers everything continues to improve.
I finished ten papers! I love Panera so damned much. There was a jazz duet playing live music, too, so it was pretty much my ideal grading environment. I'm going to try to do a few more papers tonight (I'd hoped to do twenty today, but I think 13 may be it), but I'm proud of myself for buckling down and completing at least that much.
I still have 28 more of these suckers, 58 final exams, and 4 creative writing portfolios. Sigh. But these essays are the hardest. Once I finish them, I'll be in good shape.
I know I read the Narnia books, but I don't remember them at all. Weird.
I remember the bit about the turkish delight. I was so disappointed when I actually had some and it was disgusting.
I had Turkish Delight from a Turkish camper (back when I was a camp counselor) brought that month from Turkey, and I thought it was de-lish. It might have just been that particular kind, though. The kid's dad was loaded and sent her with all kinds of luxuries.
I'm sure that I had some cheap mass produced crap. I suspect that real turkish delight is quite nice.
I finally had the real stuff and it was MUCH better than prior domestic versions.
Not quite the ambrosia Edmund adores, but I suppose it could be pretty exotic to a war-time English kid.