Ice on the wings is no big as long as the airport is prepared to handle it. Burbank is not.
Oliver ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
It is 43 degrees out here in Hollywood, according to my iPhone, but it feels colder than that.
As much health-ma as S can handle coming from this direction, Sean. Bloody fucking hell.
Burbank? Ice? Wings?!! WTF? Ok I was bitching about the cold here in Dallas thinking "I left warm California? For winter?". It looks like I'd have that chill either way.
Continued ~ma for S!
{{Sean and S}} Bugger. I hope it's relatively minor, Sean. A bug would be good at this point. Coping~ma.
Travel~ma, GC. No way southern CA should have frosty wings! This winter is already weirder than last year.
I made coffee, why am I not driniking it? Craxiness.
I had to call an ambulance, as she had become combative and non-responsive.
Man, you'd hope one of the non-responses would be non-fighting. Punching, seizing and puking at the same time just doesn't seem like a fair combination.
Sean, I know my kids would vote against me but I'd skip Christmas just to finish 2008 off for you and put it in the rear-view mirror.
oh dear Sean, I hope that S's visit to the ER is brief and ends well.
Yeah, it was an odd combination, David. And damn that's awful sweet of you, and don't think I don't appreciate it, but no skipping Christmas.
but no skipping Christmas.
::puts away Caledar Advancer 3000::
Matilda is being minded by EM and Emmett today. Her noggin bonk is a glorious rainbow of yellows and greens. She declared "Emmett is pajama boy!" on seeing him at EM's house, slounged around in front of the xmas tree.
{{{{Sean & S}}}} I'm so sorry, sweetie.
I skipped over 800 messages, so ~ma to them that needs it. I'm back at work, and ready to go home again and sleep.