Happy Birthday, Askye!
puppy-ma for Sass and Sparky.
I have a new computer so I can have internets at home again! Yippee!
ETA Tummy-ma for Teppy. Sorry your GYN isn't covered under Aetna; hope your GI settles down soon.
'Safe'
[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.
Happy Birthday, Askye!
puppy-ma for Sass and Sparky.
I have a new computer so I can have internets at home again! Yippee!
ETA Tummy-ma for Teppy. Sorry your GYN isn't covered under Aetna; hope your GI settles down soon.
Happy Birthday Askye!
Our lights flickered a few times before the sky unzipped, but thankfully we haven't lost power. (And the wind seems to have died down, so it any power lines were going to fall, I'm pretty sure they'd be down already.)
I have absolutely no desire to make dinner. And yet, I still want to eat. Such a dilemna.
Heading off to work - infinitely better today, thanks for all your concern! Love you guys!
Meanwhile - PC, what flavour of girl is it that you're allowed to court? One of my friends here in Bangkok (who's just lovely, and a very active member of my am dram group) is off to visit family in San Francisco, and she's absolutely adorable. If she had any marriagable neices/whatever, and they happened to be of an appropriate variety of Indianness, might you be interested in, I don't know, Facebooking them, or something?
I'm not sure if this is sort of intrusive of me? But I figure - she's awesome, and hot. There could be other awesome and hot family members out there, maybe? But if this is weird, then forgeddaboutit, eh?
PC, what flavour of girl is it that you're allowed to court?
Gujarati.
If she had any marriagable neices/whatever, and they happened to be of an appropriate variety of Indianness, might you be interested in, I don't know, Facebooking them, or something?
Hee hee hee. Possibly, sure!
But I figure - she's awesome, and hot. There could be other awesome and hot family members out there, maybe?
I would definitely like my wife to be awesome and hot!
I would definitely like my wife to be awesome and hot!
P-C is wise.
And speaking of wives (okay, not so much for P-C), it's half an hour into Gay Marrying Time! W00t!!
I would definitely like my wife to be awesome and hot!
Very wise indeed.
I have to go down to the county clerk's office tomorrow for other business. I'm planning on taking some flowers with me to offer as congratulations to any couples I run into.
Just a moment to let my secret inner Virgo out: I GOT MY TOILET BOWL CLEAN! (Imagine me singing this to the tune of "They Got The Mustard Out!")
Seriously, I have dumped straight bleach in my toilet bowl and let it sit for 6 hours to try and get the lime and...whatever, gross, ick. Nothing. Anyway, I tried some Lysol Super Power Nuclear Fission Cleaner and my toilet bowl look brand NEW!!
I am quite unreasonably excited. But it's been bugging me forever. I just want to go stare into its gleamy shininess like it's the scrying bowl of elimination.
That's only the tip of my productiveness today, but believe me, it's far more exciting than the 5 hours I spent filling out stupid on-line apps for teaching jobs. One was longer than filling out my on-line federal taxes, and I'm not joking.
So today has some good. ON MY LIPS.
This sounds so awesomely dirty. I want to be able to say this.
Sadly, all I can say is that I am eating dinner in the Phoenix airport, and I wish I had known when I landed that instead of a 90ish minute layover I was going to have a 3 or more hour layover...turns out that as my flight was getting ready to board (and i'm looking out the window thinking "OK, we have a plane, this is good"), and the thing says "on time"...suddenly they announce "Yeah, we have a plane but no crew because they're actually still in LA". OOps?? They didn't know this, oh, however long ago a flight to LA would have started ago? GRRR. So now we're here for another hour or more. Til the crew gets here. And we get on the plane. Etc etc. Which means I won't get to San Antonio til after midnight.
Which only compounds the fact that when I called the woman I'm meeting in San Antonio, this morning to ask WHERE to meet her, because she still hadn't told me? She was like "But I'm not meeting you tomorrow, I'm meeting you Wednesday!" Um, no, lady. Every single piece of correspondence including the ITINERARY I sent you LAST WEEK has said Tuesday June 17th. AAAAGH. Luckily, she is also working on Tuesday, but in a place with tighter quarters, less work, and more annoying people. ARGH.