The Buffista Hit Squad - when come bring spork
Harken: You fought with Captain Reynolds in the war? Zoe: Fought with a lot of people in the war. Harken: And your husband? Zoe: Fight with him sometimes, too.
'Bushwhacked'
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.
Toddson - Feb 14, 2008 8:17:44 am PST #6588 of 10001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
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.
hippocampus - Feb 14, 2008 9:18:35 am PST #6595 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
Raise your hand if you have no childcare tomorrow, as well as Monday.
Fred Pete - Feb 14, 2008 9:21:36 am PST #6596 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
[Sorry. Bad joke deleted.]
beekaytee - Feb 14, 2008 9:24:57 am PST #6597 of 10001
Compassionately intolerant
warmly sympathetic arm rubs to all in Chez Zmayhem. poor boos.
My effervescent neighbor left me a hilariously apt vday card. It features a jack russell leaping in the air, gleefully extolling the joys of valentine's day...and a cat bearing a snarky expression, drolling muttering 'yeah, happy v-day...whatev.' That would be the friend and her son (my faux-son) to a T.
In return, I've used the patterns for pop-up cards linked to here. I combined the vday heart and the mom day lotus flower. With stickers and stuff, it came of quite nicely.
go me with the craft madness.