Shiny!
'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.
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?
It's fucking Bisquik and heat.
Not hard, Nerdy McICanMakeRobotsPants.
Seriously. I could make pancakes by myself when I was all moldy-rice-in-tubes-for-dinner.
Nerdy McICanMakeRobotsPants
Maybe you should ask him for a pancake-making robot.
I'm at a festival with smonster, waiting to get henna tats. Great way to spend a Sat.!
Also, I have to seriously bitch about Delta.
On my Atlanta to LA leg, I was told I was being aggressive and threatened with arrest by TSA agents at the gate for asking for a pillow last night (short version).
Also (and I know this can be a touchy subject, and I am not without sympathy) the guy next to me took up almost a quarter of my seat (and the one on the other side) and I feel like my neck and spine will never be straight again.
OMG! I feel like I've barely talked to you people in two weeks, WHERE ARE YOU?????
How dare you people have something better to do than sit here and talk to me on the Saturday of the 4th of July weekend???????