I'm not familiar with beer bread; what's it like?
Uh, are we gonna fight, or is there just gonna be a monster sarcasm rally?
Stoner Vamp ,'Lessons'
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.
Shir - Oct 18, 2009 11:19:47 am PDT #26894 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
brenda m - Oct 18, 2009 11:28:36 am PDT #26895 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 saw a recipe for beer cinnamon rolls the other day. May have to dig that up.
Lee - Oct 18, 2009 11:29:57 am PDT #26896 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Huh. I love cinnamon, and most beer, but that just makes me think eww.
ChiKat - Oct 18, 2009 11:32:37 am PDT #26897 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Okay, I'm a strong woman. I can take care of myself. I pay my bills. I change lightbulbs. I take out the trash. I'm good on my own. I can handle things.
That being said....
There is a Big Ass Wasp in my window..the inside part..and all I keep thinking is I wish there was a man around to take care of it.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Oct 18, 2009 11:41:20 am PDT #26898 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
There is a Big Ass Wasp in my window..the inside part..and all I keep thinking is I wish there was a man around to take care of it.
To be fair, I expect you'd probably welcome any gender of rescuer. The Girl is spider-killer in our family. I am a wuss.
Do you object to spraying them with poison until they shrivel up on the window-sill? (Wasps, that is. Not Girls.)
ChiKat - Oct 18, 2009 11:49:18 am PDT #26899 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
To be fair, I expect you'd probably welcome any gender of rescuer.
Absolutely true.
Do you object to spraying them with poison until they shrivel up on the window-sill?
1) I don't have any poison. 2) I do have a cat that I don't want to get into the poison if I did have it.
Good news...it seems to have found its way back out the way it came in (through the screen somehow) and I have closed the window to insure no repeat entries.
-t - Oct 18, 2009 11:50:21 am PDT #26900 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Ooh, I hate when stingy flying things are in the house. Last time a wasp was inside a window it was the one next to the front door, so I left the door ajar for a little bit and the wasp flew out which was very lucky because I didn't have a Plan B.
Trudy Booth - Oct 18, 2009 11:58:25 am PDT #26901 of 30000
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
I once called my boyfriend and cried because there was a waterbug in the bathroom. He came and excuted it.
In my current boyfriendless state, I call my sister and cry and I arm myself with a broom and keep an eye on it so it can't sneak up on me or FLY AROUND again. Then when it gets close enough to the front door that I can sweep it out I do. Then I cram stuff under the door so it can't come back in and get me. Then I stay on the phone with my sister for another ten minutes until the adrenaline wears off. Then I fall asleep for nine hours.
Either way I'm utterly pathetic. The first solution is just more efficient.
WindSparrow - Oct 18, 2009 12:05:19 pm PDT #26902 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.
There is a Big Ass Wasp in my window..the inside part..and all I keep thinking is I wish there was a man around to take care of it.
Preferably one you don't really like all that much, right?
Jilli-fonted for non-bat talk. When I was in college, one morning I tried to leave the apartment only to find a tarantula on the outside of the screen door. In Ohio. It's not like they are native. The spider was at least four inches across, black, and fuzzy. I ran back in, told my roommate, and she said, "Are you sure it's a tarantula? It's probably just a big daddy longlegged."
To which I replied, "Only if it's a big daddy longlegged, wearing a fur coat."
After she saw it, she agreed that it was a tarantula. Not wanting to touch it ourselves, we decided to ask one of our guy friends to take care of it. But we chose one of the guys who was more of a hanger-on than an actual friend. Thankfully he was willing to check it out. By the time he got there, the spider had moved on. I'm not sure if we were more thankful to not actually owe the guy, or freaked out due to having no idea where it had gone.
WindSparrow - Oct 18, 2009 12:08:42 pm PDT #26903 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.
On the other hand, when I lived in Arizona, the first few times I killed scorpions involved a lot of screaming and spraying of toxins. After a while I got so accustomed to them I was willing to smash them with thick newspapers. I even left one particularly perfect flat scorpion on one of the walls for a while. When I mentioned it to a coworker, he said, "Sure. I do that too. If the place smells like dead scorpion, maybe the other scorpions won't want to come around anymore."