It's my estimation that... every man ever got a statue made of him, was one kind of sumbitch or another.

Mal ,'Jaynestown'


Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.  

[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.


Sophia Brooks - Mar 04, 2010 1:46:22 pm PST #12151 of 30000
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here

Wait, Ginger, your exhusband was one of my work study students?

??

I have only lived with one man, and it pissed me right off that he thanked me for cleaning. I felt he was trying to manipulate me into doing more (because I am the messy, lazy bum. He thought I would be the socializer, but I am a loner, messy, lazy bm. Given my choice, I would really just lke to lay in bed all day eating bon bons and reading novels).

It turns out that was exactly why he was doing it. He had read "How to Win Friends and Influance People"


smonster - Mar 04, 2010 1:59:47 pm PST #12152 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Dinner is scrambled eggs and broccoli with melted Jarlsberg cheese. Nom.


Laga - Mar 04, 2010 2:06:12 pm PST #12153 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

I have just put some butter in the freezer.


Calli - Mar 04, 2010 2:32:07 pm PST #12154 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I think I'll put some butter in the freezer, too. I may not remember it's there until I unearth it the next time I move (whereupon I'll sit there going, "What is this? It's in a butter wrapper, but why would butter be in the freezer?"). Or I may remember Saturday morning, when I'll have time to make eggs for breakfast. We'll see.


Laga - Mar 04, 2010 2:57:06 pm PST #12155 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.

oh dear. This just heard on a SoCal newsbreak...

Four nights to go and the big question hanging over Hollywood: Will it rain?


javachik - Mar 04, 2010 2:58:15 pm PST #12156 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

If it does, I sure as hell hope they take care of the red carpet better than the Golden Globes did. I'd be rightly pissed if I spent $$$ on dress, hair and make-up and ended up soaked.


Liese S. - Mar 04, 2010 3:04:35 pm PST #12157 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

The SO is really good about sharing domestic chores. He does lots of stuff traditionally feminine. And I do masculine stuff too. Like shim doors. Which didn't work. But still, principle of the thing.

Which reminds me! A politician running for Congress here is quoted in the local paper as saying he will bring "principal-based representation" to the people. I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt and assuming it's the error of our little paper, but maybe he just really supports the schools. Or possibly his own investments.

Anyway, back to chores. Dave said this morning that he'd make dinner since I made breakfast. But he's not home yet and I'm hungry. There is steak thawing on the counter. Should I hold out for really good dinner that may happen in hours? Or should I eat something far subpar now that is immediate? Besides Thin Mints, I mean, that's a given.


javachik - Mar 04, 2010 3:06:29 pm PST #12158 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.

Liese, I have no answer to your meal dilemma but I feel compelled to tell you that your posts are delightful.


Liese S. - Mar 04, 2010 3:09:28 pm PST #12159 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Hee, java. Thanks for the compliment. My cranky needed the smile. (eta: I had to m-w.com to make sure I should use the i instead of the e. I figure I don't see the error I must surely have made in the post criticizing someone's spelling, so I still have one coming.)


Cass - Mar 04, 2010 4:39:49 pm PST #12160 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

But then he's a bit of a control freak, so I indulge him in areas I'm not so invested in. It makes him happy to see me clean, so I wield the duster like enticing foreplay, glancing coyly at him from the corner of my eye. Hey, 42 years, we figured out what does it for us.

Hey, you've got 42 years. Ain't no one should be questioning how you make it work.

(Awww, H. He's a darling H.)

Four nights to go and the big question hanging over Hollywood: Will it rain?

Rain Hits the Southland