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.
Oh no! Not Peanut Butter! DUDE!! The cat will get salmonella!
OK, I have a very strange request for Buffista ~ma. Y'all have the power of the universe, and it might just take that.
As you might recall, I'm heading to DC next month for a wedding. A few months ago I contacted my Congressman about a White House Tour. With the change of administration, apparently there is a change in how tours are done, so they waited to contact me until after inauguration. Here comes the sticky wicket. They need a minimum of 1 month advance notice. The wedding is in 3 weeks. I just sent the requested excel sheet with the list of names and info. Can I get some WhiteHouseTour~ma?
Also, in the mail today, I received my Metro SmartTrip special edition Inauguration Day Barack Obama card! I'm such a geek. This has me all squee. After the trip I gotta frame it or something.
With that, I really should go to bed.
Sweet dreams, omnis. White House Tour ~ma.
C. S. Lewis
LOVE (still Jewish, but grew up on Narnia books. OK, mostly love, because the dude wrote some fucked up shit. But still, what's love without some fucked up shit?).
Piece of furniture and White House Tour~ma, my lovely baker.
ND, how could I entertain you?
My brain is being bad tonight. Not only won't it let me sleep, but it is insisting on remembering every mistake I have ever made.
Much White House Tour~ma to you, o_a.
Hmmmm, peanut butter on the cat. I expect mine would stop whatever he was doing and go into an intensive grooming spree, should peanut butter ever make it's way onto him. And then he'd fall off of whatever furniture he was on while still licking the peanut-buttered fur. Because I got him for his personality and not his grace.
If one of my cats had peanut butter on it, I'm certain that one of the dogs would eat the cat.
Gronk. Just got home. Heading to bed for a few hours of sleep in a moment.
Sweet dreams, ND.
Continued health ~ma for your dad, Calli.
A big dose of health ~ma for Barb too.
Mmmm peanut butter!
Thanks for your thoughts, everyone. I'm even less annoyed this morning, so it's all good. Also, I'm sick, which may help explain the shorter fuse last night (I hab a code.)
Hope you get some good sleep, ND.
Oh, Calli. So much ~ma.
And health~ma to Barb!
If one of my cats had peanut butter on it, I'm certain that one of the dogs would eat the cat.
I think Toto would too, which is saying something since he typically gives cats the respect they so rightly deserve! But he loves peanut butter that much!
So, my paycheck didn't post today as schedule. I suspected this would happen, as my time sheet was still in my box last night. There was a snow day on Wednesday, so I'm trying to be understanding, but damn. I need that money for rent, which is due on Sunday. Grrr.
I'm trying to decide if a guest's cell phone ring tone is a duck call (which they're ignoring) or if he/she is walking around the lobby making duck noises.
Cell phones: continuing to make it harder to spot the crazy people.
The dog shows absolutely no interest in peanut butter. I finally gave away some peanut-butter-flavored treats, because I already have enough rejection in my life. Sometimes he'd take the treat and then drop it in front of me; other times he'd just roll his eyes and walk away.
I hope your dad gets better soon, Calli. Barb, have a great biopsy. (That sounded funny in my head. Need more coffee.)
Good luck on getting the tour, O_A. Be a squeaky wheel.