Nah, it's tomorrow.
Ah, the pitter patter of tiny feet in huge combat boots. Shut up!
Mal ,'War Stories'
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.
tommyrot - Mar 13, 2009 8:04:25 am PDT #3450 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Ginger - Mar 13, 2009 8:05:54 am PDT #3451 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
You're editing, Teppy. There are many subtle ways to make people look even crazier.
Tomorrow is Pi Day. Today is Friday the 13th.
Daisy Jane - Mar 13, 2009 8:09:22 am PDT #3452 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
We're having a St. Pat's party tomorrow (huge deal, tons of people, parade in our neighborhood). I wonder how we can work Pi Day in.
sj - Mar 13, 2009 8:16:35 am PDT #3453 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Fuck cancer! I just talked to my good friend D in California, the one I met while traveling. She's been fighting breast cancer for three years, and it has spread beyond the point where they can do anything for her. Hospice has been called in.
Calli - Mar 13, 2009 8:23:47 am PDT #3454 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, sj.
sj - Mar 13, 2009 8:25:45 am PDT #3455 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Thanks, Calli. She's still with it enough that she can make plans to do things that she wants to do, and my best hope for her right now is that she can do as many of those things as possible.
Daisy Jane - Mar 13, 2009 8:30:40 am PDT #3456 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
So sorry, sj. Fuck cancer, indeed!
Beverly - Mar 13, 2009 8:39:49 am PDT #3457 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
::nodding.emphatically:: Fuck cancer.
I'm so sorry, sj.
Daisy Jane - Mar 13, 2009 8:41:50 am PDT #3458 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Gah. Not related to sj's friend, but I just got a facebook message from my cousin. One of our (very distantly) related cousins has brain cancer and is going into hospice. I am of course sad for that branch of the family and will be keeping them in my thoughts.
My uncle's wife, however, takes these things (she did the same with some health issues my dad's cousin's husband was having) and turns them into some sort of email prayer tree request extravaganza. (When it was dad's cousin's etc. she couldn't even spell his name right. It's B-O, the white trash way, not B-E-A-U, the middle class South Louisiana way). It drives me nuts.
Also driving me nuts about my cousin's email? My family is getting together over Easter to go through my grandparents' stuff. Now, I have everything I want of theirs: Grandandy's LPOA President's zippo and Mimi's recipes. There are rumors my dad is going (which, to be fair should be treated like rumors of Elvis sightings), so why is it I'm hearing about this from my cousin? And why only just now?
Sorry. I am apparently having family issues today.
sj - Mar 13, 2009 8:41:57 am PDT #3459 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I hope I didn't say anything too stupid on the phone. I honestly had no idea what to say, but I did promise her that I would keep calling her once a week.