I'm having a Diet Coke.
Me, too!
Owen's painting pictures of Spider-Man and Liv is playing with their flannel board.
I need to get off my ass and get dressed. I have to go fill out paperwork for my life insurance and pay the premium.
Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
I'm having a Diet Coke.
Me, too!
Owen's painting pictures of Spider-Man and Liv is playing with their flannel board.
I need to get off my ass and get dressed. I have to go fill out paperwork for my life insurance and pay the premium.
Happy Birthday Scrappy!
Purse woes #3 - with the 3rd transfer of purse - I managed to leave my wallet and office keys in the other one.
Argh.
The vending machine here is out of diet Coke. I'm having Diet Mountain Dew. It doesn't suck.
So don't want to go back to work next week. Can someone make the summer break longer...please?
Ha! Meara clearly doing her best to get through those 90 posts there!
Yes, my thoughts exactly. Btw, Meara, I wasn't suggesting 90 posts of crap, just 90 posts of hilarity such as the kerfauxfle that me, Aims & Kristin managed once. I think wrestling was involved, but I can't remember if mud or something sweeter was used...
Or possibly because, you know, goretastic. A sneaky way to pull hot vampire chicks and their demon bunny sidekicks, perhaps?
Nope, it was another 9 months before I even laid eyes on the Jilli. These incidents took place in San Diego & Lake Geneva, both in the run-up to cons - Comic Con & Gen Con.
ION, I'm up a little earlier than normal because I wanted to check the house before Jilli awoke. I'm checking for spiders.
...
Um, yeah. Unfortunately I saw about two dozen very small white spiders (half the size of an ant) on the ceilings last night just before bedtime. Clearly their mom laid an egg in a space above one of our light fittings. We probably would have remained completely unaware of them if they didn't have the proclivity to build webs around the lights allowing them to kind of show up with a pearly glow.
Yeah, Jilli's not thrilled. So, I've been busy dealing with them. I'd like my medal now, but would settle for a cappuccino.
Hands Pete Medal of Honor and cappuccino
And it was Jell-O.
Poor be-spidered Jilli. Yay for brave husbands who will get rid of the creepy crawlies.
Says the woman who once hollered for her husband to remove a (really, it was huge!) spider from the shower curtain because it was looking at her.