Jayne (Husband): Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature. Mal (Wife): How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people? Jayne (Husband): If I could make you purtier, I would. Mal (Wife): You are not the man I met a year ago.

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


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.


Vortex - May 08, 2008 11:07:40 am PDT #8331 of 10001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Do you really want people to bring food? Again I don't think I would put that on the invite, but rather mention it when they RSVP.

problem is, people don't RSVP. Even when you ask.


megan walker - May 08, 2008 11:08:48 am PDT #8332 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

In NY, I never had a problem with people RSVPing. Here, it seems to be a problem though.


hippocampus - May 08, 2008 11:11:38 am PDT #8333 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

Did you save it? Can we point and laugh?

I think Sparky got an earful about it... but no. We wore it out staring at it in horror. The first line went something like "[Childname] has too many toys, said the mouse,/ what he really needs are shirts (size 4T) and..." ah. yes. it's coming back now. Burned right into my brain, along with the mom's lovely laugh.

Megan is absolutely right on the point of etiquette.


§ ita § - May 08, 2008 11:13:40 am PDT #8334 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I think Kat dropped a poem into her invite for the twins first birthday party explaining they didn't want any things.


hippocampus - May 08, 2008 11:18:57 am PDT #8335 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

explaining they didn't want any things.

this is of course is entirely different.


megan walker - May 08, 2008 11:46:22 am PDT #8336 of 10001
"What kind of magical sunshine and lollipop world do you live in? Because you need to be medicated."-SFist

I think Kat dropped a poem into her invite for the twins first birthday party explaining they didn't want any things.

Now that you mention it, I remember really liking that as a solution.


Sassy - May 08, 2008 1:22:55 pm PDT #8337 of 10001
'Til we dance away...

Hey guys! I'm caught for the first time in like, 2 years. So I figured I'd re-delurk.

When my step-daughter was born, my (now) husband was very anti-pink and girly stuff. So I bought a bunch of gender neutral Winnie the Pooh and cute yellow and blue things with bears. After she got to be about 6 months old he said they were too boyish and didn't want to use them. Pfeh.


Glamcookie - May 08, 2008 1:23:27 pm PDT #8338 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

You guys are being WAY too quiet.


vw bug - May 08, 2008 1:27:23 pm PDT #8339 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

I need petting. Stupid fun job has, this week, turned itself into another major source of stress (like, I've had horrible nightmares about it the last two nights--each involving one of the kids getting seriously hurt and me having to call 911 and having to figure out what to do). I had TWO major meltdowns from kids today...and not tantrum meltdowns, rather, "I hate school and my life and after care and even RECESS!" meltdowns. One of the kids, when I asked him what would make things better responded, "If everyone would go away and I could live all by myself somewhere outside." I'm not sure my response of, "I hear caves are really awesome for that" would have been approved by his parents, but the poor kid was breaking my heart.


sj - May 08, 2008 1:35:48 pm PDT #8340 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

{{{{{vw}}}}} I'm sorry that your job is stressing you out.