Heh, I walk out of the groomer's with Sammie (long haired cat) for $15 max, and that includes tip. Of course, this is rural mid-America, and she only gets a good brushin' and a trim around her hind end. The woman did say that her full service charge for a cat would be $30, including bath.
Jayne, you'll scare the women.
Zoe ,'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
WindSparrow - May 31, 2008 5:42:07 pm PDT #1404 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.
vw bug - May 31, 2008 5:42:36 pm PDT #1405 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
We're considering a place called The Studly Pooch. snerk.
Ha. I like. I'd call and ask, though they'll probably only give you an estimate.
Wow, Hil!
Laura - May 31, 2008 5:46:32 pm PDT #1406 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Brandy is 35-50 depending on how much stuff we get done. I've been clipping her myself to keep her hair short for swimming but I take her from time to time to get the tougher stuff done.
Hil R. - May 31, 2008 5:48:00 pm PDT #1407 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
These books had been all mixed together. When my grandmother died, my parents just sorted the books into boxes labeled "German books," "Hebrew books," and "English books" (I think four boxes of German, three of Hebrew, and four of English), and they'd just been sitting there because no one can figure out what to do with just boxes and boxes of books. Today we finally sat down and sorted through them (the German ones, at least) to actually figure out what was in there and what we wanted to keep. We ended up with three boxes of books to sell and one box of books to keep. Most of the ones to sell are novels from the thirties.
DCJensen - May 31, 2008 5:57:15 pm PDT #1408 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Ok, which one of us got a job with the Multi-State Lottery Commission responding to letters and emails to Powerball.com?
Seriously, read some of these responses: [link]
At the very least, read the final one.
vw bug - May 31, 2008 6:03:15 pm PDT #1409 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Shit. Remember the fire in my neighborhood last summer? Well, there was just a woman hit by a drunk driver on the same block. She's in critical condition, and I'm turning off the news.
Laga - May 31, 2008 6:09:19 pm PDT #1410 of 10001
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
oh jesus vw. That's awful.
Anne W. - May 31, 2008 6:12:06 pm PDT #1411 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
{{{vw}}}
vw bug - May 31, 2008 6:18:42 pm PDT #1412 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
It's just really sad. The construction on those store fronts isn't even done yet, and there's another tragedy. Ugh.
edited to fix subject/verb agreement
brenda m - May 31, 2008 7:07:37 pm PDT #1413 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
vw, when I was an infant, we had a German Shepherd who freaked at thunderstorms and would crawl under the skirts of the bassinet. My parents had a great time with the wee infant girl defending the ferocious guard dog against the heavens.
Current dog could give a rat's ass about storms - doesn't even look up - but fireworks put her into Defcon 1 defensive mode. (Same with blimps, and occasionally snowmen.)