~~ma for TCG & his family.
I've got two words that are going to make all the pain go away. Miniature Golf.
Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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.
Susan W. - Aug 06, 2008 7:08:51 am PDT #9963 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Glamcookie - Aug 06, 2008 7:10:04 am PDT #9964 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
~ma to TCG's step-grandmother (and the rest of the TCG family, too).
Pete, Husband of Jilli - Aug 06, 2008 7:10:27 am PDT #9965 of 10001
"I've got a gun! I've got a mother-flippin' gun!" - Moss, The IT Crowd
On my first trip to San Diego I was chased through an open-air shopping mall by a very large flying insect which I later discovered was a dune bug. They are apparently harmless but I think that's just a good cover story for a really frikkin' big insect.
juliana - Aug 06, 2008 7:19:43 am PDT #9966 of 10001
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
~Ma to TCG's family.
Giant flying roaches on the other hand can fuck right the hell off.
Oh, hell the fuck yes. Spiders, I'm generally cool with (except the one that bit the fuck out of me in June - Ima kill that bastard), but roaches? AUGH.
SailAweigh - Aug 06, 2008 7:20:55 am PDT #9967 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Happy Birthday, Scrappy!
Calli - Aug 06, 2008 7:23:28 am PDT #9968 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
I like this one.
Happy Birthday, Scrappy!
And much ~ma to TCG's step-grandmother.
I'm not terribly bothered by spiders unless they're touching me. Bees, wasps, and hornets, on the other hand, engender a fear/hate response way out of proportion to their ability to hurt me. Haaaaate!
Daisy Jane - Aug 06, 2008 7:25:06 am PDT #9969 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I can't even rid myself of the dead ones because I'm afraid the second I try to pick it up (with a whole roll of paper towels/toilet paper wrapped around my hand) the fucker is going to come back to life and come after me.
SailAweigh - Aug 06, 2008 7:28:05 am PDT #9970 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
~ma to TCG and family. I skipped too much earlier and missed this.
I have nothing to do at work. Seriously, all caught up. I've been playing around on the internet all day, checking out the unemployment website and the variouis jobs websites. It's depressing to know I'll be out of work in only 16 days.
Dana - Aug 06, 2008 7:29:38 am PDT #9971 of 10001
"I'm useless alone." // "We're all useless alone. It's a good thing you're not alone."
I escaped Houston without any further roach incidents. I was convinced the fuckers were going to launch one final strike.
Barb - Aug 06, 2008 7:32:10 am PDT #9972 of 10001
“Not dead yet!”
How do you feel about giant flying roaches, Pete?
AKA, Palmetto bugs, in Florida and guess who gets to deal with them in our house? I mean, I don't like them, but they don't freak me out anywhere near as much as they do Lewis, because his older siblings used to think it HI-larious to give him dead roaches in boxes as birthday gifts when he was a wee one.
So I deal with their disposal. Luckily, we only get them on the rare occasion.
Now ants, on the other hand? I am TERRIFIED by.