Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[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.
I think the show is set before the times of phone and sirens. And there are drums. Loud drums. The top/bottom of act music is very nice... but very loud. Sure to wake up the patrons.
So, here we are at the mini photo call, and still haven't had a sound cue. Lovely. Dinner break kicked in 4 pages shy of the act transition where we have a few more sound cues. Eh. Could be worse. At least I'm catching up on sleep from last week.
yay sleep! I've been awake for four hours so far today.
Dogs barking? Police whistles?
What is this dog fascination with pulling the polyester insides out of toys? The dog has pulled out so much fluff that it looks like he ate Santa Claus.
What is this dog fascination with pulling the polyester insides out of toys? The dog has pulled out so much fluff that it looks like he ate Santa Claus.
When I opened the dryer in my building, earlier, it looked like someone had committed ritual stuffed animal massacre in it. Bizarre.
Poor K-Bug. Breakups are so rough. Three years is a LONG time!
Break-ups do suck, poor thing, but at least now she can go to college without ties...? (I know I missed out on things because I was hung up on a guy.)
Oh, K-Bug! I'm so sorry, girl.
You know what's good for the soul? A Hallmark Hall of Fame movie. Haven't watched one of these in ages. Even the commercials are fabulous!
at least now she can go to college without ties...?
Yeah, I guess that is as close to a silver lining as we are going to get.
Even the commercials are fabulous!
Correctly phrased, that's "only the commercials are fabulous."
Poor K-Bug. She needs ice cream and chocolate.
Correctly phrased, that's only the commercials a fabulous.
Well, at least you didn't compare to Lifetime movies. That's what I was expecting.
What is this dog fascination with pulling the polyester insides out of toys? The dog has pulled out so much fluff that it looks like he ate Santa Claus.
Oh you sweet naive human, so blissfully unwaware of the stuffed toy menace. Thank goodness you have a goggie looking out for you, eviscerting passionately as you sleep through the night, safe and confused.