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Natter 62: The 62nd Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
If you're lucky, it's a beta. Those are easy-peasy and don;t tend to die. Goldfish die.
Oh, a quick reminder for anyone who's interested: tonight Lifetime is showing that How Heather Locklear Got Her Groove Back movie that looks to feature about 90 minutes of Robert Buckley with his shirt off.
I would be conflicted about that being scheduled opposite the new Librarian sequel, but with the latter showing on TNT I feel confident I can catch any of the other 20 airings that'll be broadcast this week.
IIRC it's called Flirting with Forty, which when I saw an ad made me go, "Forty? Heather Locklear is not flirting with 40. Fifty, maybe, and she looks it." She admits to 1961, and was on CHIPs in 1980.
I was just watching the puppies and being all drippy about how much they might miss each other and then they went all draculesque. Serious going for the jugulars. Yesh.
I guess the pet dying lesson will be sooner than I thought.
Ha!
msbelle, I hope it's a betta. The one we got for Owen is ridiculously easy to care for. Even moreso than a goldfish.
By the way, msbelle, the last box you sent. Went over HUGE. Owen loves the clothes. Liv can almost name all the Teen Titans now. I'm so proud.
Well, at least it isn't an oscar...I think that is the carnivorous fish my brother has. They go to the pet store to pick up its food: goldfish.
The sick, sick thing is that D is perfectly ok with watching the oscar eat them, but woe if you try to put down a maimed one. He's ok with the fish eating the other fish in all gorey detail, but heaven forfend a human takes part in the process. It makes sense, in a rule of nature sort of way....?
Since y'all already know that my brother lets him play with the lab mice slated for death in the line of cancer research, I figure you already know the child is warped.
IIRC it's called Flirting with Forty, which when I saw an ad made me go, "Forty? Heather Locklear is not flirting with 40.
I felt so guilty for thinking the same thing. Forty? Twenty years ago.