Spike ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
[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.
So someone give me distractions that don't involve being awake for more than an hour, or actually using any brain power or coordination ability.
Maybe an episode of Highlander on hulu would do the trick? (Not to slam HL, but as the series ended years ago the eps. would all be reruns and, for a fan, would not require a lot of brain power.)
I am officially a Girl Scout leader, like my mother and her mother before her.
We will never turn you to the dark side? We have failed?
We will never turn you to the dark side? We have failed?
Dude, she is the Dark Side. Just think of the cookie sales alone. Headed by the Empress? Oy.
We will never turn you to the dark side? We have failed?
Which dark side? Those wanna-be Campfire Girls?? Campfire Girls do not have COOKIES!! I'm tired of tracking down small girls in brown or green uniforms. I want a direct path to cookies. That path lies in leadership. I shall lead.
See? Barb knows.
Muppets! That's a good idea. I even have a DVD of The Muppet Show somewhere around here...
Highlander not my cuppa tea, but I should ahem some Northern Exposure or something else I can be sleepily nostalgic for.
I am officially a Girl Scout leader, like my mother and her mother before her.
The g/f wanted to be a Girl Guide leader (our version of the Girl Scouts), but they're dropping in popularity over here, so she had trouble finding a troupe that needed her. A shame.
Total shame!
Dr. asked if there my 87 year Mom had engaged in any strenuous activities today. She replied: "Well, I carried some heavy books on the bus for our reading group and political discussion group, and then there was the aerobics class, and the weightlifting. But given where the strain is, it was probably the breathing exercises for the Senior Rock & Roll choir."
okay, your mother has more of a life than I do.
So I attended the Girl Scouts Heart of Michigan council kick-off last night. I am officially a Girl Scout leader, like my mother and her mother before her.
yay Aims! Is Em a brownie yet?
Dr. asked if there my 87 year Mom had engaged in any strenuous activities today. She replied: "Well, I carried some heavy books on the bus for our reading group and political discussion group, and then there was the aerobics class, and the weightlifting. But given where the strain is, it was probably the breathing exercises for the Senior Rock & Roll choir."
Heh. That reminds me of my friend's grandmother who was in her 80s and having knee trouble, and the doctor's reaction when she told him it was probably the tap dancing causing the problem. (She'd been a Ziegfield Follies dancer in her youth - such a cool woman.)
yay Aims! Is Em a brownie yet?
Nope. She's a Daisy for two years and then a Brownie.