Byron, Seamus, and ND are all sound asleep at the foot of the bed. ND sprawled out to pet the kitties and passed out along with them. It's pretty damn cute.
These are stone killers, little man. They ain't cuddly like me.
Jayne ,'The Train Job'
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
Pix - Mar 25, 2008 12:49:57 pm PDT #1450 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
SuziQ - Mar 25, 2008 12:50:32 pm PDT #1451 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Oh, Scrappy. Peace to you and your family. Wow.
Amy - Mar 25, 2008 12:51:16 pm PDT #1452 of 10001
Because books.
Kristin, that sounds nightmarish to deal with. Yikes. Some kind of consultant is probably the way to go, though.
Yay on the weight loss, Jessica! Much less yay on the sinus ick.
amych - Mar 25, 2008 12:52:03 pm PDT #1453 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
{{{{{{Scrappy}}}}}}
I don't even know how to say anything beyond that right now, but those are most heartfelt {{{}}}s.
Pix - Mar 25, 2008 12:53:38 pm PDT #1454 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Amy, your comment when juxtaposed with my most recent one is cracking me up.
Byron, Seamus, and ND are all sound asleep at the foot of the bed. ND sprawled out to pet the kitties and passed out along with them. It's pretty damn cute.
Kristin, that sounds nightmarish to deal with. Yikes. Some kind of consultant is probably the way to go, though.
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Jessica, I'm sorry you're sick, but that is great news about your weight loss! Go you!
Amy - Mar 25, 2008 12:54:43 pm PDT #1455 of 10001
Because books.
Oops. Hee.
Cat/human pile does not require consultation!
Scrappy - Mar 25, 2008 12:55:53 pm PDT #1456 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Cat/human pile does not require consultation!
In our house it usually requires dog consultation, of a snuffling and tail-wagging variety.
Pix - Mar 25, 2008 12:57:01 pm PDT #1457 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
I'm just trying to imagine what that consultation would consist of.
Consultant: Well, you appear to have a tired sound designer and two cats at the foot of your bed.
Me: Yes, precisely. What should I do about it?
Consultant: Have you considered a Roth IRA?
vw bug - Mar 25, 2008 12:57:29 pm PDT #1458 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
{{{Scrappy and Family}}} I'm so sorry, you. You all have been (and will continue to be) in my thoughts and prayers.
Maria - Mar 25, 2008 12:58:03 pm PDT #1459 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Good news from my doctors appointment = I'm down 20 lbs from my previous (pre-preggo) weight!
That's wonderful! Go Jess!
Bad news from my doctors appointment = I do in fact have The Monster Ick and a sinus infection on top of it, and can probably look forward to another week of feeling like crap, maybe two.
That's not so wonderful. I hope you feel better soon. (Dylan, let your mommy get some rest, 'k?)
Did I mention that one of them, after sitting there in the firing and never opening his mouth, hovered around my desk while I cleaned up and took down pictures of Matilda, trying to catch my eye and tell me how sorry he was? I wouldn't let him. Fuck that. He already thought I was distant, and he'd already fired me; how else was he going to punish me for not giving him the satisfaction of showing what a Nice Guy he really was? Fuck him.
Paging Mr. Monster Ick, Monster Ick, to the white courtesy phone: You have a new destination. There are festering pustule ex-bosses in San Francisco that require your best infection. They don't like distance, so please ensure that you get up close and personal with them. In fact, don't ever leave. Thank you for your attention.
In less vindictive news, Matilda likes her new xylophone. Which lives at Nana's house, not here.
Too damned cute! And thank the sweet baby Jesus for small favors. My mother about strangled her brother when he gifted me with a toy drum kit for Christmas when I was three. It did not live at his house, and it mysteriously disappeared a month later. All I had left was one lonely little drumstick.