Quester, my brother didn't fly out to CA for our only sisters wedding. Both he and his wife are afraid of flying. We gave him a hard time, but understood. No worries mate.
Faith: A kid. Angel's got a kid. Wesley: Connor. Faith: A teenage kid born last year. Wesley: I told you, he grew up in a hell dimension. Faith: Right. And what, Cordelia spent her last summer as… Wesley: A divine being. Faith: Uh-huh. Can I just ask--What the hell are you people doing?
'Why We Fight'
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.
omnis_audis - Jun 20, 2008 6:32:53 pm PDT #4356 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Jun 20, 2008 6:37:43 pm PDT #4357 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
I think the universe wants me to only attend F2F events on the West Coast, for some perverse reason.
Nothing perverse about it. Perfectly sensible if you ask me.
Oh that was funny. Didn't you skip online declaring that you were more adorable than a basket of puppies, or something along those lines?
Hush you. The Loom+ is waiting for you.
omnis_audis - Jun 20, 2008 6:42:02 pm PDT #4358 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
my new job has me on the website. I tried sending myself an email. It came back as unknown user. Makes sense. I don't start until the 14th.
quester - Jun 20, 2008 7:04:43 pm PDT #4359 of 10001
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
omnis- you're like Dr.Who!
billytea - Jun 20, 2008 7:12:47 pm PDT #4360 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
omnis- you're like Dr.Who!
The question is, which one?
omnis_audis - Jun 20, 2008 7:49:14 pm PDT #4361 of 10001
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
The question is, which one?the cute one!
beth b - Jun 20, 2008 9:10:55 pm PDT #4362 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
No one in my neighborhood slept last night,because it stayed so hot. I sort of behaved like a cat- moving from place to place-finding the cooler and more comfortable spots. DH is back - so I'd like to sleep in the same general vicinity. But if I go near the doors - I can still hear neighbors talking outside.
At least I know my house isn't the only hot house around here
billytea - Jun 20, 2008 9:30:45 pm PDT #4363 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
the cute one!
So, Seventh Doctor?
Steph L. - Jun 20, 2008 10:28:21 pm PDT #4364 of 10001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Guess who isn't leaving at the crack o' dawn for vacation?
Thanks to abdominal pain that started around 9:30 (conveniently *after* I mowed the lawn) and had me doubled over and clutching my stomach for hours, we got a few things done that we needed to, but didn't even get packed.
What's that, you say? ER? Nonsense! I just clutched my abdomen and expressed my discomfort vocally, and The Boy stretched out on the bed next to me, and we both fell asleep after an hour of my grumbling.
If the ultrasound is to be believed, the pain is NOT due to anything in the reproductive system. Which, actually, doesn't surprise me. Something is amok in my GI tract -- see also, my recent bout of gastroenteritis -- and I don't know what to do. I think it's the kind of thing that won't just go away by throwing pills at it, but that requires dietary changes/probiotics/possibly drugs.
My amazing primary-care doctor takes his own call (weekends and evenings), so I think I'll page him tomorrow morning while we take care of all the stuff we didn't get done tonight, and see what he thinks.
Yay fun.
Back to bed.
Fay - Jun 20, 2008 10:42:58 pm PDT #4365 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Hush you. The Loom+ is waiting for you.
gulps
Guess who isn't leaving at the crack o' dawn for vacation?
Thanks to abdominal pain that started around 9:30 (conveniently *after* I mowed the lawn) and had me doubled over and clutching my stomach for hours, we got a few things done that we needed to, but didn't even get packed.
Oh, crap, Teppy! That's awful!
(edited for clarity)