Not when parents are involved, no. I wish you much sanity in dealing with this, although it looks like you know what you're doing.
'The Message'
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.
It can't ever be easy, can it?
Nope.
will lead to penury, misery and possible erectile dysfunction. (And I don't even *have* a penis!)
Yeah, but you're going to want to have that booty part of the booty on tap, right?
I've never even seen that lipstick ad, but finding a red that makes me happy tends to make me really not happy, so I am fine with the colors I know work on me.
Wait -- teaching leads to booty on tap?! Boy, my benefits packages for the last several years have been REALLY unspecific.
(I always thought that's what massive amounts of tequila lead to.)
I wish you much sanity in dealing with this, although it looks like you know what you're doing.
Thank you. And truthfully, we've had twenty years of being the family rebels and going our own way when it pleases us. We'll get through this, but we just have to weather this early stuff first.
Wait -- teaching leads to booty on tap?!
I'd have chosen a different career path if it did. No, cohabitation leads to booty on tap. In theory.
Hmm. Statiscally, a bf has gotten me more booty than tequila or teaching.
Which, really, is As It Should Be.
Barb, ugh. Sounds wretched. Making a decision like this is hard enough.
Ensign Rock's name is actually Naraht. He's an original character in most of Diane Duane's books. Ael calls him "Ensign Rock" in the Rihannsu-verse novels as kind of a joke, because of the aspect of Romulan culture (that Diane Duane invented) that focuses on the elements.
skim skim skim skim, crap, SKIP.
Ugg. Today was over SIX HOURS of meetings that morphed into one another. Only the first 3 were planned. Thankfully we took a lunch break. Schedule for new building is getting changed AGAIN. Although, for the sound department, for the better, a little bit. But it's making the baby jesus cry all these changes! I want to go home, but the paperwork I need to post will not mail because or e-mail server SUCKS and won't let me connect. This is a reoccurring problem, that will be resolved with our transition to Google (hopefully). And I'm hungry. WAaaahhhhhh!
t /whine
(please, no hairpats or anything, just venting)
Barb, ugh. Sounds wretched. Making a decision like this is hard enough.
I hope it won't be too bad. If a job comes through for Lewis, that will go a long way towards softening them up. And oddly enough, my mom's actually pretty much behind it, so that's one stressor relieved.
Speaking of moving though, Plei, Jilli, SH... what can y'all tell me about the neighborhood this house is in? Plei, I know it's not too far from where you live, yes?