Email me your number. I'll have her call you.
Saffron: You just had a better hand of cards this time. Mal: It ain't a hand of cards. It's called a life.
'Trash'
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.
Aims - Jun 01, 2010 4:12:26 pm PDT #20992 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
sj - Jun 01, 2010 4:13:21 pm PDT #20993 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I miss calls from Deena's Kara when she was a toddler. She was a very entertaining toddler.
Aims - Jun 01, 2010 4:20:16 pm PDT #20994 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
I don't have the money, but damn I want this hutch. [link]
sj - Jun 01, 2010 4:25:07 pm PDT #20995 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
That is very pretty, Aims.
omnis_audis - Jun 01, 2010 4:25:31 pm PDT #20996 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
I dunno, from the pictures, it looks like it randomly lays down. That could result in china breakage. IJS.
ION- my brain is MUSH! I have finished module #1 for Low Value Purchasing. Two more modules to go. Will do that tomorrow. Going home now. Blaaarrrgggh. Why did I want a state job?
Hil R. - Jun 01, 2010 4:29:16 pm PDT #20997 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I emailed the school where I was supposed to have an interview today to tell them that I'd messed up my schedule and couldn't actually make it at the time we'd scheduled. (We scheduled for this morning. I sent the email last Thursday.) I said that I would be available this Friday, or any time next week, and asked if we could reschedule. I got an email back saying, "Sure, we can reschedule," with no suggestions of what time or day. I'm not sure what to do with this.
Steph L. - Jun 01, 2010 4:30:10 pm PDT #20998 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
New in The Annals of Food My Dog Won't Eat:
Blueberries. He put it in his mouth, did a sort of test chew without actually chewing, and promptly spit it back out. Then he did it 2 more times, just to check.
I've seen him shun food (leafy greens), but never actually put it in his mouth, chew, and THEN reject it. I am agog.
Ginger - Jun 01, 2010 5:15:38 pm PDT #20999 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Did they give you any idea how long until the nerves are all adult like?
The last time I was dealing with new nerves was about 20 years ago, and it seems like it took a couple of months. As least I know from that experience that I have to keep rubbing different textures on it, so it can learn more interesting things than pain.
I was rather bemused that one does actually see stars, although, unlike in the cartoons, there were no external special effects.
I don't have the money, but damn I want this hutch.
I bet you can offer less. It's a big piece, which means they want it gone and they might not get that many takers.
Mr Peabody has no interest in things that aren't meat, cheese, bread or crackers. If there are vegetables in something, he takes them and drops them in some other part of the house, just so I can have the experience of stepping on cold cooked carrots.
beekaytee - Jun 01, 2010 5:30:28 pm PDT #21000 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant
Blueberries.
Oh man. Bartleby will do an impression of Bojangles in exchange for blueberries.
The only two things I've found so far that he won't eat are banana...he looks like he wants to but just can't bring himself to...and grapefruit...supreme no-go. Otherwise? NOM.
Steph L. - Jun 01, 2010 5:33:11 pm PDT #21001 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Blueberries.
Oh man. Bartleby will do an impression of Bojangles in exchange for blueberries.
The funniest thing was the spitting it back out. I mean he just rejects leafy greens flat out -- he'll sniff them and then look at me as if to say, "Pardon me, but I believe you tracked something in on your shoe."
So I wouldn't have been surprised at sniff-and-reject, but sniff-taste-chew-ptui!, repeated 3 times, was comedy gold.