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[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.
Welcome home, Sean!
Seska, that is very cool. I like the shirts.
I have to pack and I am so not motivated. It's our annual foray to Door County for the 4th of July, and while I usually enjoy it, for some reason this year I'm just not really in the mood.
Urg. After three days of working frantic overtime to make up for three days of vacation, today all I want to do is watch tv and fall asleep on the couch. But alas, a family outing is planned, which will involve one of my most despised things in the world: walking around outside on a hot sunny summer day. Having to go is bad enough, having to pretend to be having fun is worse. How many drugs do I need to get through this? Maybe I'll wear a big hat with an icepack on my head.
Welcome home Sean. I will see you in a couple of weeks when I finally get home.
Welcome home, Sean! I too am home. A series of unfortunate events led to me not getting home until 2:45 this morning, but I've had a little sleep and am about to go pick up PUPPY, so I'm fairly cheerful. The cats have been glued to me all night. I hope they're still speaking to me by tonight.
I'm sure the cats will be saying something tonight. Give Kaylee lots of scritches from me.
Shiny!
Ooh, I am turning into Evil Stepmom!
This morning at 8:45, M comes into the bedroom all Wake up wake up wake up!!
I plastered a pillow over my face and mumble something with the words NO GO AWAY in it. And slept in.
Then, while his dad was out getting something, I was just a sip into my first cup of coffee, and he was all "I wanna look up MarioCart on YouTube!"
"Not MarioCart," I grunted.
"Why not?"
"Because it's not interesting to me."
Then I found out Dan went and got him breakfast -- I was all "But I wake up and make pancakes every day!" and he pulled "But I'm not good at it....honey!"
Whatev. I told him he had fixed pancakes perfectly well for M before I was in the picture, I have no tolerance for learned helplessness and I would therefore require his and M's presence at Ye Olde Learning Kitchen to "learn" how to make pancakes tomorrow.
Never tell a teacher you don't "know how" to do something to get out of doing something. I've got a sadistic pedantic streak a mile wide.
I have no tolerance for learned helplessness and I would therefore require his and M's presence at Ye Olde Learning Kitchen to "learn" how to make pancakes tomorrow.
Oh, I am so loving you. I hate learned helplessness as well.
It's fucking Bisquik and heat.
Not hard, Nerdy McICanMakeRobotsPants.
Erin is my hero this morning. Are you trying to take away my Meanest Mom in the World crown?