So generous! I'm bummed you won't get to go there this summer, though.
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.
t points and nods at what Kristin, Plei, JZ, etc. said, BT.
Here's what we did: Sleep till noon. Get up, eat delicious breakfast in pj's. Sit and read and drink beer. Stop for early dinner, either at home or out (depending on how much beer was consumed). Read. Go to sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat.
This is very similar to my vacation, except with the extra 13 members of The Boy's family. (Who, to their credit, all did their own thing and let me do mine.)
(Some mornings, his dad's definition of "doing his own thing" was to go to the bakery and bring us all fresh-baked pastries. Oh dear lord yes.)
We didn't leave the island for the entire 8 days. We did, however, go through 2 cases of beer.
THIS? Is a perfect vacation.
So generous!
Not me. They rented the place.
eta: Steph, You and the Boy should do that next year!
I am also so very happy for you and the Wallybee--I know you two are happier than you and Bec ever could have been--but I understand feeling a little odd and wistful about news like this. I really do.
Yeah, it's an odd feeling. I'm sure the Russians have a single word for it.
Paging Aimee:
Just when you thought the New Kids on the Block reunion couldn't get any sweeter, word comes that the guys are recording a song with another favorite boy band: New Edition.[link]
AWESOME
DIES DIES DIES
Oh BT, I can imagine feeling all kinds of conflicted about it even if you're happy for Bec.
{{billytea}} I figure hugs lean things over to the good side.
popping in. CRAZY whirlwind day. LONG.
WAIT,before I go into that, HAVE to say YIPEEE for GC and soon-to-be DW! So happy for you!
OK, back to me. Mom and I did a 30+ hour day. An all nighter. Got everything packed. The movers were late. In some respect, not a bad thing, as it gave an extra few hours to pack. There was a paperwork snafu between offices. It took a lot longer to pack the truck than I thought it would. Stupid stairs. I really am looking forward to new apt with no stairs at all, and appartently so is Alex the mover.
Anyhow, after 30+ hours, we head over to Darla's place to feed the kitties and much needed crash before going back to clean the pit I lived in. I called landlord to see what he had plans for, as no work has been done to the place in EIGHT YEARS. He was like "huh? wha? what have you done to the place?" I think he missunderstood the question. So I explained I was foggy from lack of sleep, and we arranged to meet up after work tuesday to exchange keys. Grr, as now I can't leave LA until AFTER rush hour. Then, while sleeping, he calls back and was like, "well, i am going to have a deep clean service anyhow, because I'm going to put the place on the market... yadda yadda yadda". But I didn't get the note until 11pm. I texted to see if he was awake. he is not. I'm hoping for a noon key exchange. I just want to get on the road.
OK, am hungry. am tired. not sure which to do. Love ya all. Back to greyishness.