Us non-team people could form our own team.
Whoa, paradox.
Oh, yeah, baby, it's snakalicious in here.
Xander ,'Empty Places'
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.
-t - Mar 21, 2008 10:52:47 am PDT #917 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Daisy Jane - Mar 21, 2008 10:54:14 am PDT #918 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
That can be our team! The paradox...es...en. Whatever.
Pix - Mar 21, 2008 10:54:51 am PDT #919 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
I have a fuzzy cat pad for the crate, Fred. He's slept on it before. I also have a cushy cat bed for him to curl up in and room for his litter box.
Glamcookie - Mar 21, 2008 10:57:48 am PDT #920 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're a good kitty-mom.
Beverly - Mar 21, 2008 11:00:10 am PDT #921 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Sounds like you're all set, and he will be, Kristin.
I'm...not a team player. SO not. May I have some popcorn, too?
Fred Pete - Mar 21, 2008 11:10:03 am PDT #922 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Yes, Kristin, you sound set.
DCJensen - Mar 21, 2008 11:14:11 am PDT #923 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Mini Snowpocolypse here today. 4-6 inches of wet-heavy snow.
And {{{{{Kristin}}}}}}}}
Decisions like that are hard as hell.
DCJensen - Mar 21, 2008 11:15:24 am PDT #924 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
I was going to post our broken van on Craigslist, but I think I'll nap first.
Pix - Mar 21, 2008 11:16:19 am PDT #925 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Thank you so much, everyone. Beverly, it's been especially helpful to hear about your tripod kitty. I have hope that--once he's healed--Byron will enjoy the heck out of the rest of his life. That's the only reason to do something like this, really.
Okay, deep breath. I'm going to eat something (finally) and wait for the surgeon to call to let me know how the surgery went.
meara, tons of phone~ma.
meara - Mar 21, 2008 11:35:01 am PDT #926 of 10001
Sigh. Talked to the lady, she hasn't heard any word--I'm really hoping it's just that the people who make the decisions got busy with other things (the speed of this may be important to ME but not to them!) and left early for Easter. Ay.
Signs I am A Pack Rat: I have been going through boxes and sorting things out and putting in other boxes, and I have various ticket stubs, programs, and letters dating back to middle school. I have my admissions letter to Georgetown. Randomness! But kinda cool, in my mind. If I were a scrapbooker, this would all be in scrapbooks. Instead, it has made the leap from "in big shoeboxes" to "in semi-nice looking colorful boxes from IKEA"