Er, well, I guess that's why they tell you not to eat cans that are misshapen? Because they might be full of botulism, and not in a botox kinda way?
Dawn: I feel safe with you. Spike: Take that back!
'First Date'
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.
meara - Dec 25, 2007 7:06:45 pm PST #9807 of 10002
Hil R. - Dec 25, 2007 7:10:49 pm PST #9808 of 10002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I'm going to go with "Not my cabinet, I'll tell my mom in the morning." Because, while there are very few things that really gross me out, spoiled food does.
Connie Neil - Dec 25, 2007 7:15:16 pm PST #9809 of 10002
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Our Christmas move was Aliens Vs Predator Requiem. It didn't suck.
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Dec 25, 2007 7:39:28 pm PST #9810 of 10002
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
The snow ended up not being a problem. It was heavy in our neighborhood but almost non-existent or turned to rain for the rest of the trip.
By the time we got back our area was free from snow and clearly hadn't rained in a few hours either. Yay.
Oof. Off to watch DVDs and recover from over-indulging.
DavidS - Dec 25, 2007 8:19:12 pm PST #9811 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Nora Deirdre - Dec 26, 2007 4:52:51 am PST #9812 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Greetings from the wilds of middle Ohio! My sister took the kids over to my parents' hotel to say goodbye so there is blessed, blessed quiet.
OMG. So much screaming, crying, and yelling from the 3 year old this year. She must be gearing up for some crazy developmental thing because she has gone INSANE.
Santa was good to the kids, and we've had a pretty nice time. I made my sister a turkey dinner yesterday which turned out pretty well, if I may say so myself. Also made eggnog custard french toast and spanish tortilla for breakast.
Had a weird anxiety thing yesterday, for no good reason whatsoever. Thankfully, being in a supportive and familiar environment didn't escalate things, but I did need to eventually snag one of Tom's Ativans to get out of it. Haven't done that for a few months now.
Going home tonight; hoping that the flight will leave more or less on time... I didn't get much in the way of loot, but that's OK. My mom did score a suede jacket for me though.
OK, time to hit the shower!
Askye, congrats on impending aunt-hood! And I'm glad that it seems like most had a good holiday. Sean, great news about S. Keeping my fingers crossed for her!
Cashmere - Dec 26, 2007 5:19:15 am PST #9813 of 10002
Now tagless for your comfort.
OMG. So much screaming, crying, and yelling from the 3 year old this year. She must be gearing up for some crazy developmental thing because she has gone INSANE.
Just normal development stuff. Still, drives you FUCKING INSANE. Owen's a screamer and it's really, really hard not to just scream right back in his face. It's not even about Big Stuff. It's just STUFF. Everything. Anything can make him scream. *shudder*
SuziQ - Dec 26, 2007 5:26:28 am PST #9814 of 10002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Fiddlesticks. The day after Christmas is NOT the day to embrace being a girl. Not enough people around to beg for Midol.
Glamcookie - Dec 26, 2007 6:24:07 am PST #9815 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
Matilda is so cute! It looks like she had a great Christmas.
WindSparrow - Dec 26, 2007 6:40:35 am PST #9816 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.
Too much cuteness on the Matilda front. Too much, I say.
In Arrrgh! news, it appears they do need me to work five hours on Saturday, after telling me they had someone else to cover those hours. I can't remember the last time Daniel and I had a whole weekend off together.