Thanks FredPete! I'm not really much of a lie around on the beach type due to fair skin and pre-cancerous spots.
Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagy slut-bomb walking around 'Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked-cool, I'm five-by-five.'
Willow ,'Get It Done'
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.
Sparky1 - Jan 23, 2008 10:38:54 am PST #3615 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
vw bug - Jan 23, 2008 10:44:40 am PST #3616 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
No, wait, Boston had a whole DIFFERENT shower curtain problem!
Remember the time I fell in the tub trying to change the shower curtain? Actually, I don’t think you were home when that happened. Oh, and the window into the kitchen from the shower. So bizarre.
We have to take him to the regular vet on Friday for follow-up, so I guess we'll know more then.
More ~ma.
Oh, Suzi! I hope you hear soon!
Speaking of new hair: [link]
I have a couple more funny pictures, as soon as I turn them right side up.
vw bug - Jan 23, 2008 10:50:20 am PST #3617 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
So, the problem with being blind as a bat is that when you snorkel, you can't really see anything. So, I'd take pictures when Edie would point things out. The result? Many pictures like this (with no fish): [link]
But, there are a few good ones, including one of me underwater: [link]
Then there's the accidental toe picture, which I love: [link]
Fred Pete - Jan 23, 2008 10:57:39 am PST #3618 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Sparky, we went in October one year. Got a huge house right on the beach for an incredible bargain. Nice and quiet. Lots of sun, highs around 70-75 every day.
Volans - Jan 23, 2008 11:13:42 am PST #3619 of 10001
move out and draw fire
I've been debating taking Mal to OBX, but he hated the beach in Greece a lot, so I'm not sure.
All my hair changes are happening in Second Life or Rock Band now.
hippocampus - Jan 23, 2008 11:15:53 am PST #3620 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Mal might like Playland at Rehoboth - there are about 40 different cars and boats and airplanes to drive. I was laughing like a maniac when we took her -... until we got ready to leave. Plus, re: the beach, he's also a little older - it gets better.
Pix - Jan 23, 2008 11:20:09 am PST #3621 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
A weirdo ex-boyfriend from high school just found me on MySpace and sent me an email about getting together...because apparently he lives in LA, is a WGA writer and is on strike...so he has lots of time! Bah. His profile says he's married, and I have to believe that he's no longer the slimeball he was when he was 17, but I'm a little skeeved.
It's been 17 years since I saw him. He's probably a perfectly normal nice guy now, right?
Volans - Jan 23, 2008 11:24:45 am PST #3622 of 10001
move out and draw fire
was laughing like a maniac when we took her -... until we got ready to leave.
Good point. I forgot my moratorium on doing anything fun until he's...30.
have to believe that he's no longer the slimeball he was when he was 17
You do? He's probably *more* normal, but not perfectly normal nice...
Sparky1 - Jan 23, 2008 11:45:38 am PST #3623 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Kristin, maybe you could test the slimballiness by replying that you wouldn't be against getting together but gee, won't it be hard to find a time when all four of you (wife and Drew) are free?
Either that or just pretend you have no memory of him what so ever.
Hmm, the Outer Banks may not want my puppy, and I'm not going without her. Silly, "no puppy" clauses.
Daisy Jane - Jan 23, 2008 11:52:42 am PST #3624 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
That reminds me, a friend of mine in LA was at some place smoking out on the terrace when a guy left his pretty blonde date at their table to come over and chat up my friend C. He's telling her she should drop by his studio, blah, blah blah. C told him he should probably return to his date. He told her it wasn't really a date.
C later looked him up on his myspace page, and he wasn't lying. That wasn't his date; it was his wife.