I have cookie dough. Yum. (I wanted cookies, but it's way too hot to bake, and then I remembered the cookie dough recipe meant to be eaten raw, so I made that. Well, half of that. And then ate about half of it and put the rest in the fridge.)
Simon: You are my beautiful sister. River: I threw up on your bed. Simon: Yep. Definitely my sister.
'War Stories'
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.
Hil R. - Jun 20, 2010 3:16:45 pm PDT #23250 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Hil R. - Jun 20, 2010 3:18:40 pm PDT #23251 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Oh, and, in order to defend my dissertation on the date that my advisor and I agreed on, I have to turn in my final version by Wednesday. I have been emailing my advisor for over a week, asking him if there's anything he wants me to change before I turn it in. No response.
sj - Jun 20, 2010 3:22:03 pm PDT #23252 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Despite working really hard not too, I made too much food. Anybody want to come over for some fritatta?
omnis_audis - Jun 20, 2010 3:26:12 pm PDT #23253 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Is it worse to have a bad day at work, or quit before it gets really bad? I leave this for you to judge (watch the video!) [link]
Zenkitty - Jun 20, 2010 3:42:10 pm PDT #23254 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Hil, be sure to keep/document all the emails you've sent asking him if he has any final changes, because I'll bet he'll have some -- after you turn it in.
Laga - Jun 20, 2010 3:54:37 pm PDT #23255 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
omnis, we move on the 30th so some time before that.
WindSparrow - Jun 20, 2010 4:25:17 pm PDT #23256 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Erin, I'm glad that the worst problem you have had with DSS is him forgetting playing wii with his dad.
How's the feline doing?
Hil, I wish for your advisor, that he becomes involved in a tragic accident involving a Guinness Book of World Records setting sized vat of cheese sauce, (you know, for the World's Largest Bowl of Nachos). Yes, I think that after you finish everything you need him for, he should drown in cruddy, cheap, nasty, hot cheese sauce. But not until after you finish with him, because I suspect that his tragic demise would muck things up for you.
Strix - Jun 20, 2010 4:27:00 pm PDT #23257 of 30000
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
WS, kitty's eye is very much improved. She is anxious to go outside again, but I think I will keep her in one more day.
WindSparrow - Jun 20, 2010 4:30:29 pm PDT #23258 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
I'm glad to hear that, Erin. And I think it is reasonable to keep her in a bit longer, even if it tries her patience.
Ginger - Jun 20, 2010 4:38:15 pm PDT #23259 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
in a tragic accident involving a Guinness Book of World Records setting sized vat of cheese sauce
Cheese sauce made with Velveeta.
I hope everything goes well with your stepmothership, Erin. He's about the age my half-sister was when my mother became her stepmother. I'll warn you that the summers she stayed with us devolved pretty quickly into a contest of wills between mother and stepmother. My half-sister, M, ate healthy food three months a year and junk the other nine. Her mother took away the clothes Mother made her. The sandals my mom bought her "ruined" M's feet. The slight trim of M's hair was a "disaster." At least your DH is not the lying alcoholic my dad was, which should help.