I told him that if he couldn't eat the whole thing he shouldn't take it down.
He could tryyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Squirrels have gone from marginally cute to a pain. They think my storage room outside is theirs. Clean up should be fun.
Sweetie, we're crooks. If everything were right, we'd be in jail.
Wash ,'Serenity'
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.
Cass - May 12, 2010 3:25:44 pm PDT #19097 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.
Zenkitty - May 12, 2010 3:26:51 pm PDT #19098 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
One of my friends once really did think I was wearing white hose, when she saw me in a skirt. I was not. She laughed and suggested bronzer. Fish-belly white, indeed.
Calli - May 12, 2010 3:28:03 pm PDT #19099 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
They had deer at a zoo in Marquette, MI, which, given that they're thick on the ground there, was kind of pointless. Still, when I was a kid it was fun to feed them french fries.
Nora Deirdre - May 12, 2010 3:28:37 pm PDT #19100 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Greg's applying for jobs in New England at the minute, so if that pans out we'd be moving over pretty soon!
Oh, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. Just when we moved down south!
t waves tiredly at smonster and Ginger
I wish we could have done more of a road trip kind of thing to visit you guys and others, but with the kitties in tow, we just couldn't. Ginger, I totally got your email a couple weeks ago, but I was too crazed to respond. I'm sorry!
We didn't take 95 at all for this trip. I refuse. (OK, we took 95/128 to the Mass Pike, but not after that.) We were on 81 to 75 to 40 then 24 today... will be on 24 and 52 (???) through Alabama tomorrow, cross quicklike across a corner of Mississippi and then arrive in New Orleans. It should be our shortest leg, if all goes according to plan.
The cats continue to rock this trip so hard. They wish tonight's hotel room was as big as last night's, but hey, so do we!
Aims - May 12, 2010 3:28:54 pm PDT #19101 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
We all laugh at Joe when he takes off his shirt in the summer. He glows. Like unto a certain race of vampires. Without the glitter. And Heathclif-esque cloud of brooding.
Aims - May 12, 2010 3:29:52 pm PDT #19102 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Nora!! I got a certain giftie from you today!! Thanks you thank you thank you!! I love love love it!!
Strix - May 12, 2010 3:34:02 pm PDT #19103 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Relatedly, I am sitting here with dye plopped on my head. FINALLY. I This is the box of dye I was trying to get to the night before my wedding. April 11th. @@ I haven't dyed since...February? January? Damn.
I don't care that my legs are flourescent; I'm just going to be thrilled to get them shaved. Which I also haven't done since um...long ago?
I think the only thing I got from my Pawnee great-great grandma was relative hairlessness. Grandpa and uncle got the coppery skin and black hair; mom, the hairless gene.
Barb - May 12, 2010 3:34:46 pm PDT #19104 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Aims-- go look at my blog. I have something there you might like. I'll wait right here.
Aims - May 12, 2010 3:44:58 pm PDT #19105 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Yes. I would love that. But I haven't seen last night ep, yet. Waiting for the punk to go to bed before I can.
Zenkitty - May 12, 2010 3:51:13 pm PDT #19106 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I think the only thing I got from my Pawnee great-great grandma was relative hairlessness. Grandpa and uncle got the coppery skin and black hair; mom, the hairless gene.
One Cherokee ancestor, must have gifted me with the relative hairlessness. I think I have five hairs total on my legs. No visible hair on my arms, which is kinda weird.