Fllow up query: my salty lime rind should not go in the compost, correct?
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
Some years ago, I was at a friend's when his cats saw their first snow. One of them discovered that if you bat the snow, it makes a ball and when you bat the ball, it makes a bigger ball. I almost hurt myself laughing.
Oh, wow, I can just imagine.
I remember when our last dog that we had while I was growing up was still a puppy and experienced her first snowfall. She was so curious, and placed her paws so carefully in that weird white stuff! And then she buried her nose in it and rolled around, having a ball. She was part schnauzer, and her "beard" looked like Santa's.
About six years ago, I was out visiting my brother for Christmas, and his family had just two days before purchased two malamute puppies. It snowed on Xmas day, and watching the kids take those puppies out for their first taste of winter was equally hilarious!
ION, I was wrong. The snow is indeed sticking. The dog took one look out of the door, turned around and ran to the den. He's going to have to go out there sometime. :: evil laugh::
Hah!
My Atlanta dog loves snow like whoa. The first time she saw it as a pup she was all jumping up in the air trying to catch the flakes. So cute! She still loves clomping through snow banks (though, oddly enough, she's not a huge fan of snowball fights).
Sometimes I think one of the best things I've ever done, universal balance-wise, was bring that dog north.
In fact t peers out door she's out on the porch lying in a pile of snow right now. Freak.
my salty lime rind...
That really sounds like a euphamism.
For what I do not know.
OMGWTFBBQ I have to be out the door to catch a plane for a literary conference by 5:45 tomorrow morning and have no idea what I'm packing. Must raise blood sugar to be able to think through this whole laundry/packing process. ND has gone to get my Baja Fresh while I flail.
Breathe. Focus. Put laundry in washer. Breathe. Eat food! *hugs*
Thanks, you. And I'm so sorry that your mom isn't going to be around to help you pack this weekend. I wish I could be there for you.
Deep Breath...Focus...eat...
You'll get it all done! You are amazing!
Hope the conference is wonderful.