You didn't say anything.
Ben ,'The Killer In Me'
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.
You didn't say anything.
I had gone potty, sorry. Will hold it in next time so I can say -
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT
Well alright then.
The FedEx guy needs to GET. HERE. with S's new computer, and our new AirPort Express.
I'm wishing I had ordered my new laptop first, but S has been wanting a new laptop for sooo long.
I'm wishing I had ordered my new laptop first, but S has been wanting a new laptop for sooo long.
And this is what makes you the World's Best Boyfriend. S is a lucky woman.
Yeah, as jealous as I am, I wanted her to get New Toy! first.
Plus, I'll get to set lots of stuff up for her, so I get to play with it.
{{{{Seanycakes}}}}
Nora, FWIW, I own these Clarks sandals in brown and black. They are my One True Sandal. ZOMG so comfy.
Oz update: Am dying of cute. Dog is lying on notepad on top of desk with his head dangling off the edge-passed out.
Earlier he wigged over coworkers Furby.
And now he just looked up at me and sighed. Even he knows the day should be over.
Susan, as we deal with my father-in-law's probably lung cancer (we'll know more today) and a scare with my mother (now looking less likely to be a cancer comeback tour, but again, we'll know more today), I've been diving deep into the comfortable world of really trashy (REALLY trashy) Dark Angel fic. So at least you're doing something productive!
It's weird, because I'm suddenly giddy about where this story is going. Or has potential to go, because right now it's a mess. You can so tell I'm new to the world of plot-heavy stories, not to mention relationship arcs that do not involve the main characters falling naked into each other's arms at the 2/3 mark. (Though one of my CPs intends to take care of that aspect. I'm not even published and I already have a slash fandom, whee!) But I'm in the middle of a much-needed continuity read of the ~250 pages I've written so far, and I'm actually enjoying my own story despite cringing over dropped plot threads and continuity errors.
The dog turns out to be a hell of a digger, which is quite a feat in my tree-root-infested yard. I'm thinking of turning over my landscaping to him, and just planting things in the holes he digs.