ANNE! How are you? I miss you!
Oh, at first it was confusing. Just the idea of computers was like — whoa! I'm eleven hundred years old! I had trouble adjusting to the idea of Lutherans.
Anya ,'Get It Done'
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.
vw bug - Jun 11, 2008 1:57:39 am PDT #2970 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Jars - Jun 11, 2008 1:59:03 am PDT #2971 of 10001
Yay, vw! I'm so pleased for you! And for the guy, for getting three dates with fabulous you.
Anne W. - Jun 11, 2008 1:59:57 am PDT #2972 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Things are good, if busy. Work seems to be settling into new patterns, but I have a sinking feeling that one of my co-workers (who has taken on a lot of my old work) is going to crash and burn.
Also, I've been making jam like a madwoman.
vw bug - Jun 11, 2008 2:00:43 am PDT #2973 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
And for the guy, for getting three dates with fabulous you.
Heh. I get these moments of, "He likes me! He really likes me! Wait...what must be wrong with him?"
vw bug - Jun 11, 2008 2:01:58 am PDT #2974 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
but I have a sinking feeling that one of my co-workers (who has taken on a lot of my old work) is going to crash and burn.
Oh, that's too bad. That's got to be hard to watch.
Also, I've been making jam like a madwoman.
YAY! That sounds like much fun. Did you figure out your label problem?
Jars - Jun 11, 2008 2:03:56 am PDT #2975 of 10001
"He likes me! He really likes me! Wait...what must be wrong with him?"
I've been with the fella for going on three years now and I still get that. But I'm willing to let him make his own mistakes on this one.
Anne W. - Jun 11, 2008 2:10:10 am PDT #2976 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
vw, I meant to say earlier, woohoo! on your date. That's awesome. I can only hope some of that good fortune rubs off over here.
Did you figure out your label problem?
I wound up writing with Sharpie directly on the lids. It seems to work.
vw bug - Jun 11, 2008 2:17:20 am PDT #2977 of 10001
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I wound up writing with Sharpie directly on the lids. It seems to work.
Oh, yeah. That's a good, simple plan! The other thing I thought of, but didn't go back and say, was sharpie on a piece of wide masking tape. That's what we do for the frozen dinners we make.
Ginger - Jun 11, 2008 3:41:37 am PDT #2978 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
In a romance novel, this would be the point at which the three of us became good friends with the wallflower, made her over into the toast of the Ton, the Rake truly fell for her (after really only planning to set her up with his cousin), and we maybe got sequels of our own.
In a mystery novel, this would be the point at which one of you hit the Rake on the head with rock and the four of you bond for life after you hide the body and put together evidence that he defected to the enemy. The wallflower proves to be unexpectedly handy at forgery.
hippocampus - Jun 11, 2008 3:52:21 am PDT #2979 of 10001
not your mom's socks.
::loves Ginger::