Told DH that I didn't want to do VD but he brought me Starbucks this morning. He never does that. Now I guess I gotta do something. Darn it.
Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us? Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir.
'Safe'
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.
SuziQ - Feb 14, 2008 8:00:07 am PST #6585 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Susan W. - Feb 14, 2008 8:05:05 am PST #6586 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
The good news is the part that needs replaced on our car is something simple and cheap--basically just a busted hose/tube that'll cost about $50.
The bad news is that the way it's configured on our car means it's hard to get at, so we could be looking at up to 8 hours and $800 of labor charges.
t pounds head on desk
This is not helping with the "get out of debt" thing.
sj - Feb 14, 2008 8:05:44 am PST #6587 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Happy Anniversary to Deena and Greg!!!
We exchanged Valentine's gifts last night, because Dave has a late meeting tonight, and I didn't want to wait to give him his gift. I got a fluffy hot pink robe and enough candy to keep me on a sugar high forever, including a huge bag of all green M&M's. Then, when I went to go to sleep there was a red rose on my pillow. This is our 4th Valentine's Day; I still find that to be so unbelievable.
Toddson - Feb 14, 2008 8:17:44 am PST #6588 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
The Buffista Hit Squad - when come bring spork
juliana - Feb 14, 2008 8:21:05 am PST #6589 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
an awesome black retro cardigan with embroidered bowling pins on it.
Sweet!
I did not dress in my usual deep mourning, but I did punk way the hell out today. Seriously - I could go to a concert in these clothes. This job - not so bad sometimes.
WindSparrow - Feb 14, 2008 8:34:19 am PST #6590 of 10001
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.
I am eating chocolate on VD that my boyfriend gave me. Last week, when we went grocery shopping, he made sure to pick up some that he knows I like, when I would have walked right on past. I'm not sure if that is love or enabling.
But it sure tastes good.
Fred Pete - Feb 14, 2008 9:08:57 am PST #6591 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
when come bring spork
This has to be a thread title in the near future. Maybe for F2F.
Glamcookie - Feb 14, 2008 9:09:59 am PST #6592 of 10001
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
They are having a bakesale at school today, so I had a red velvet cupcake for b'fast. Nom nom nom.
tommyrot - Feb 14, 2008 9:10:59 am PST #6593 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
We should insist on sporks being supplied for the F2F hotel food.
JZ - Feb 14, 2008 9:11:24 am PST #6594 of 10001
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Oh, man, poor vw.
And, Susan, grrr on your car. They're hateful, hateful creatures, and horrible money pits. If it weren't for the need to cross the Bay Bridge and go to places not easily public-transit-accessible, I think we'd be much better off financially rolling ours off a cliff and just taking cabs everywhere.
We're making and decorating sugar cookies tonight for VD, because it's cheap and easy and fun and we already have most of the ingredients at home. Also, we are too tired for anything more elaborate.
Last night Matilda was a sleep-sucking demon baby; she fell asleep in my arms on the couch after the 9th or 10th rewind-and-rewatch of the Flight of the Conchords hobbit video, then woke at 11 screaming and sobbing. I tried to shush her and rock her back into a coma, and at some point Hec took over and talked and back-rubbed her into tremendous drowsiness -- from which she yanked herself screaming and sobbing a good half-dozen times, until his knees couldn't take it any more and we brought her into the bed. Where she wriggled, hairpulled, pinched, punched and chattered until 2 a.m. At one point the exhaustion and her happy babbling violence were so awful that I had a horrid fit of giggles, which at least kept me from crying or defenestrating myself.
Hec may actually be worse off than me today. We may have to say to hell with the cookies tonight, even, and just give each other baby-free catnaps as our gift of love. Much needed, but far less awesome than a bowling-pin-embroidered retro cardigan.