From the moment you dropped a kid off in your PJs.
Yup. I'm SO never gonna live that one down. I makes me laugh and laugh. And now I'm gonna think of it every time I wear those jammies.
Whatever happened to the still beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.
Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
vw bug - Feb 27, 2009 3:54:32 am PST #2123 of 30000
Mostly lurking...
Cashmere - Feb 27, 2009 3:55:17 am PST #2124 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
You are one of us now.
BWAH! Yes.
I will need a cruise after this week.
Why do you think I went to Vegas?
Emily's apparently my sister. Or at least her dad is channeling my dad.
French toast bagels with cream cheese are perfection. Not healthy perfection but tasty perfection.
Fay - Feb 27, 2009 3:57:48 am PST #2125 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Emily, I am mortified, and I've never even met your Dad.
Do not want!
WindSparrow - Feb 27, 2009 4:04:57 am PST #2126 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Poor Emily.
vw, I hope the parents bring you a nice prezzie in addition to whatever they are paying you.
sj - Feb 27, 2009 4:06:25 am PST #2127 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Emily, that is craziness.
brenda m - Feb 27, 2009 4:14:49 am PST #2128 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
I'm pretty certain I've heard my dad and my sister having that same argument when she was living there.
On dropping off in pj's - when I was first trying to move to Chicago I had a job interview lined up so my dad drove me to the train station in Milwaukee and we *just* missed the 6:20 a.m. train. So he ended up driving me a hundred miles to downtown Chicago and hanging out for two hours waiting for me to be done - all in his bathrobe and slippers.
The look he gave me when I was all "no! we don't have time for you to go home and get dressed, we have to get on the highway now!" was pretty priceless. But he did it. Above and beyond, seriously.
ETA: And I did get the job, so.
Emily - Feb 27, 2009 4:15:26 am PST #2129 of 30000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Thank you! Besides which, how would I know if I do? I don't think I'm going crazy with the -- I can't believe I'm even thinking about this. ARGH.
Thanks for the validation, y'all. I really needed to share that with someone.
ETA: Maybe it's just a dad thing. Makes sense, really -- typically budget-conscious, sure we're wasteful, and not really understanding that there's a difference in gender usage, if you will.
Toddson - Feb 27, 2009 4:46:02 am PST #2130 of 30000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
vw bug - Feb 27, 2009 4:48:04 am PST #2131 of 30000
Mostly lurking...
just an idea ....
Holy shit! That's awful! It's not going *that* badly! Though, I think my fever's back. Naptime!
Strix - Feb 27, 2009 5:50:47 am PST #2132 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Hi! I skipped utterly.
I am back, sans uterus and other girly parts! Went ok, except when they opened me up, I was chock-full of sticky adhesions and they basically had to scrape everything out.
OWOWOWOW.
And then I spiked a 103 fever and had to spend an extra day in the hospital, boo hiss.
But I stayed with my folks, and yesterday I came HOME, which is utterly blissful, and am trying -- slowly -- to catch up.
How's everyone?