No snow. 88F/70% for a heat index of 100F. Autumn can arrive any time now, please.
Buffy? I like that. That girl's so hot, she's buffy.
Forrest ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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.
Laura - Oct 10, 2009 5:06:03 am PDT #25972 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Sparky1 - Oct 10, 2009 5:06:06 am PDT #25973 of 30000
Librarian Warlord
We have snow.
You can keep it!
Barb - Oct 10, 2009 5:16:13 am PDT #25974 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Today in Jacksonville: 95F and thunderstorms
Seattle: 57F and a mix of sun & clouds.
Guess where I want to be Right Now?
(Somewhat related: why does Monday have to be one of those non-holiday holidays??)
Ginger - Oct 10, 2009 5:22:55 am PDT #25975 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I'm fine. After I finally fell back to sleep, I slept until about a half hour ago. There's no damage outside, except what appears to be a fuzzy shoe print. Inside, part of the door casing is splintered and the molding popped off.
DCJensen - Oct 10, 2009 5:22:58 am PDT #25976 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
OTOH? Micro Pigs!
DCJensen - Oct 10, 2009 5:24:58 am PDT #25977 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Cripes, Ginger.
Fay - Oct 10, 2009 5:53:13 am PDT #25978 of 30000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Glad you're okay, Ginger! But, crikey, you poor woman - v. scary! Lots of doggie treats for Mr Peabody! Did you call the police?
sj - Oct 10, 2009 6:02:57 am PDT #25979 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Ginger, I'm glad to read that you're ok, and I agree with others who think you should let the police know what happened.
Bonny, I'm so sorry for your loss, tons of ~ma to the family, especially the daughter.
Ginger - Oct 10, 2009 6:09:06 am PDT #25980 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I called them this morning. By the time my brain recovered from WTF and "I must barricade the doors now," he was long gone. My Ambien-addled brain was not working well.
According to the crime-mapping website [link] linked to from my police department's website, there have been four other recent attempts to break down doors at 2-4 a.m. within a half mile of here.
Barb - Oct 10, 2009 6:21:02 am PDT #25981 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Bah. According to the material I received from my doctor about the procedure I had, this is about the point where I'm supposed to be doing some sort of emotional lambada. I was so sure that armed with the knowledge, I'd be able to avoid it, or at least, minimize its effects.
NSM.
I'm in want to curl up in a ball and tell the world to go away mode.
Which pisses me off because really, I've got it good. No reason for me to feel this way.
Bah.