It's been forever since I came in here and found that.
I know! I kinda miss that.
Right?
I am laughing at some of the fics being mentioned though. Mostly at myself for the ones I know I read too.
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It's been forever since I came in here and found that.
I know! I kinda miss that.
Right?
I am laughing at some of the fics being mentioned though. Mostly at myself for the ones I know I read too.
Interesting. The phrase "hang out" is older than I thought. I just noticed it in Anne of the Island. I'm not sure whether it meant quite the same thing then that it does now, but Phil asks, "Where do you hang out?" and Anne and Priscilla reply with their address.
Montgomery also seemed very fond of the phrase "it gives me the creeps," which I also hadn't thought was that old, but that seems to be used in exactly the same way it's used now.
These books are making me want to visit Prince Edward Island. Maybe next summer.
My favorite Grimm's Fairy Tale is about the creeps.
I've got it! I've got the creeps!
Yeah, that's an oldie.
Went to the pool for the first time this summer. Man, I am WHITE. Glowing, incandescent. I screened up good, and re-applied, but I still got a wee burn. It's ok, though, since I plan on spending all next weekend in the water.
M. LOVED it! We went with a friend and her little girls, and her 7 yo's friend, and he was able to play with 2 kids his age. It was a new swimming pool with a lazy pool and a cool kid center -- it was busy, but they had a blast. (Plus, I had the satisfaction -- tis petty, I know, but..._ of hearing him tell his mom "Don't WORRY, Mom, it's PERFECT here!"
Plus, I had the satisfaction -- tis petty, I know, but..._ of hearing him tell his mom "Don't WORRY, Mom, it's PERFECT here!"
Nothing wrong with a little bit of petty. I'm glad he is having fun with you.
Things are slightly less overwhelming then they were this morning. I'm trying to embrace the good enough mentality.
The little boy I babysit for has to have another surgery on his throat; poor little guy.
Oh man, the whole wheat reduced fat brownies I'm baking for my dad smell sooo good. I wonder if I could eat a couple and then rearrange them in the pan so he doesn't notice.
I wonder if I could eat a couple and then rearrange them in the pan so he doesn't notice.
This is why you deliver them on a plate and not in the pan. A plate is always just a fraction to small to hold all the brownies, so you have no choice but to rescue one or two that are falling off the edges.
::points to own nose, points to amych, points to own nose, points to amych::
slice row from the center. No harm no foul.
Great advice, all. But since these brownies are special for Dad & D has a headache and we're out of aspirin, I have to go back to the store and get more brownies just for me.