Two steaming cups of chocolate goodness. Courtesy of whomever I swiped it from out of the cupboard.

Ben ,'The Killer In Me'


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.


Susan W. - Jan 01, 2008 7:12:47 am PST #393 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

Thanks for the birthday wishes! I'm 37. I feel oldish, but I'm sure that'll pass. I have a B&N gift card that I got for Christmas and haven't spent yet, and DH has promised me goodies from Cupcake Royale.

Music City Bowl

We saw this from the air yesterday as we were coming back from Birmingham. We changed planes in Nashville, and not long after we'd taken off, DH pointed out the stadium.

When we were waiting to board at the gate in B'ham, Annabel saw a little sandwich shop that purported to offer ice cream, and we decided to buy her a small cup. Unfortunately, when we got there we discovered the ice cream machine was broken, which led to much sorrow and anger on my daughter's part. I promised her that if nothing else, we could certainly get ice cream once we got back to Seattle, but I couldn't do anything about the absence of it in B'ham, and our layover in Nashville was too short to go looking for it.

She spent the entire 8 hours of our journey, not counting the hour or two she napped, thinking about that ice cream. At one point I was showing her the map in the back of the flight magazine because she's interested in maps, and in hopes that she'd understand how very long the Nashville-Seattle flight was compared to the B'ham-Nashville. A little later she had the map our herself, pointed to Seattle, and said, "We're going to Seattle. There's ice cream there."

So when we got home I ordered pizza from one of our regular places (Pagliacci has the chicken-rosemary-potato seasonal special, yum) and also requested a pint of chocolate gelatto. Now at one point in this long saga, Annabel had mentioned strawberry, but I forgot. And in my defense, AB adores chocolate anything, so I really did think I was getting her what she most wanted.

When I set the dish of chocolate gelatto in front of her after she was good and patient and ate a slice of pizza first, she cried. Because it wasn't strawberry. Then I almost cried, and DH talked to her and she cheered up and enjoyed the chocolate as soon as she had her first bite of it.


hippocampus - Jan 01, 2008 7:58:03 am PST #394 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

happy new year!

happy birthday Susan! (and making any ice cream whatsoever happen after a cross-country flight is a good trick)


d - Jan 01, 2008 8:05:36 am PST #395 of 10001
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.

Happy New Year!

I went to one party, then everyone seemed to be leaving about 12:30, so my friend and I went to another friend's party. There were some entertaining guests and my one friend and I didn't leave until after 6 am. Now I'm tired, but still amused.

Happy Birthday, Susan! May your 37th year be the best year so far, and may you finish your WIP or at least make very good headway!


Ginger - Jan 01, 2008 8:32:44 am PST #396 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

Happy birthday, Susan! Poor Annabelle. Eight hours of ice cream yearning.


vw bug - Jan 01, 2008 9:00:43 am PST #397 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

x-posted with my LJ...

Conversation I just had with my elderly, nosy neighbor (who I love dearly):

A: So, you have boyfriend now?
Me: What?
A: That boy that came to your house. He's your boyfriend?
Me: Oh. No. That's my brother.
A: Oh. That's too bad. Looks like nice boy. So, you have girlfriend instead? You like girls? That's ok now, you know.
Me: What?
A: That girl that was at your house a lot. She's your girlfriend? She's very pretty. I like her.
Me: Oh. That was my former roommate. She was just visiting for a few days.
A: Oh. Too bad. She's very pretty.

Sometimes I'm just a wee bit disturbed by how none of my actions go unnoticed.


sj - Jan 01, 2008 9:29:03 am PST #398 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

We just had a failed attempt to pick up TCG's car. The place that was fixing it is also a gas station, so they said there would be a gas station attendant there we could pay and would have the keys to the car. We got there and no one was there.

It's snowing quite a bit here, and I'm trying to figure out if I should cancel therapy for tomorrow. I didn't go last week, so I should probably go, but I really hate driving in this stuff.


Steph L. - Jan 01, 2008 9:46:12 am PST #399 of 10001
the hardest to learn / was the least complicated

Sometimes I'm just a wee bit disturbed by how none of my actions go unnoticed.

But at least your neighbor is cool with your hypothetical sexcapades, regardless of which gender you pick!

(Seriously, that's making me giggle madly -- your elderly neighbor reassuring you that it's okay if you have a girlfriend!)

ION, I have no idea how it's already almost 3:00, but I suspect that sleeping until noon has something to do with it.


vw bug - Jan 01, 2008 9:48:58 am PST #400 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Seriously, that's making me giggle madly -- your elderly neighbor reassuring you that it's okay if you have a girlfriend!

Oh, yeah. It was hysterical.


Vortex - Jan 01, 2008 9:53:16 am PST #401 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

You like girls? That's ok now, you know.

that's so cute


Nora Deirdre - Jan 01, 2008 9:55:30 am PST #402 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

ION, I have no idea how it's already almost 3:00, but I suspect that sleeping until noon has something to do with it.

Speak it!

I have decided to stay in my pj's all day and watch the Law & Order marathon. We've eaten some Chinese food and are lounging.

Don't wanna go back to the real world tomorrow.

Happy birthday Susan!