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.
I've deployed the rare, mid-week pancake breakfast in an attempt to not hate everyone in the whole world, but I'm not sure that's gonna be enough.
Oooh. Pancakes. Maybe I can demand that The Boy make them in recompense.
He gets up earlier than I do, but only about half an hour earlier. So I often hear his alarm when it goes off, and can't always get back to sleep. And when I can get back to sleep, invariably it turns out he's hit snooze so that I get woken up again 9 minutes later.
And this morning for some reason, when he finally turned the alarm off and got out of bed, he flipped the covers back and started rooting around at the foot of the bed for something. This went on for a full minute, which might not seem like a long time, except for the part where when he flipped the covers back, it left half of me all uncovered, and it's fucking freezing in this house in the morning.
I finally rolled over and asked, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" And he finally retrieved a sweater that he had deliberately put at the foot of the bed so that it would get warmed by the heated mattress pad.
Okay, that's smart for HIM, but embrace the irony that in retrieving his nice warm sweater, he froze my ass.
Not the best way to wake up, I tell you what.
It hasn't snowed here, but I woke up to a prolonged snuggle with my sweetie under the duvet, and got up for coffee.
I'ma hit the store before long and get makings for chili, pumpkin bread, zucchini bread and melt-salt.
Then I will finish my Xmas cards and smell chili all afternoon, and cookies all night. Too bad the chimmney needs pointing, else I would totally have a fire!
Nice HH burn, Trudy.
Aimee could insult the teacher's hair and call him "chicken" every few paragraphs then...that should fill up some space.
I really do think I write better reviews than she does, but it's good to know that's not all that fuels my irritation on that front.
Can't really help with Mad Men this year, I got tired of it.
Aimee, as a writing teacher, I wouldn't recommend BSing the paper if you don't know the show well, particularly not on a show the professor loves. Then again, you don't need encyclopedic knowledge to write a 4-6 page paper either. Find the happy medium. Can you rent/hulu/netflix/whatever a few episodes? You just need a few choice examples that fit with your reading.
I totally don't want to BS the paper. I want an A paper. I *need* an A paper to ensure my A in the class to help make up for the horrendous grade in my education class this semester. I have some eps on iTunes and I can prolly get some eps from the library and use my resources here, I was feeling tired and cranky and burned out cause it's finals week. I just need to get my shit together and put pen to paper and then edit edit edit. IOW, I need to shut up and write.
What show is it? It's just in the realm of possiblity that there may be someone you know, say, online, who can help with context or history.
It's Mad Men and we're talking about it in Cable Drama. I love my 'fistas.
Listen, Jackhole. You sent me an email an HOUR ago asking for a list (which about three other people in your office have). I don't give a fuck about you or this list. While I appreciate that you are planning ahead (rare in this place), do not call to "follow up" after an HOUR. No, 58 minutes. Calm the fuck down.
Politicians will not stop calling to tell me who to vote for. IOW, Gronk.
So, basically. My sister belongs to the field intelligence corps, where she commends a cell of girls like herself, who are watching over the borders (in my sister's case: North Gaza) for any terrorist activity...
Fascinating. So. Um. Why only women do to that job?
She also one of the few who have permission to operate long-distance shooting when she thinks there's a dangers
Is she a sniper??
ION- today is the first day in our brand new offices in the new theater building. Shockingly, things are quite ready. For instance, the one elevator that goes to my floor, is not working. Luckily I can do stairs. I am not going to the gym today, I tell you what. Also, I don't have a phone yet. Fun, I tell you. And they don't have my keys yet. They have keys for my staff, but not for me. I know all these things will get worked out. And it wouldn't be bad if it was one of those things. But it seems the 3 things that I was new and say "you have an office" is easy access to it, a key to unlock it, and a way to make phone calls. I got nadda. :: pout ::
Shir, wow, your sister sounds very cool. And I agree that the pretty genes run throughout your family.
Boo hiss on early morning wrong numbers. Yay on pancakes! Now I want some, maybe even sweet potato or chocolate chip. Hmm, maybe I'll make some this weekend.
o_a, that is ridiculous. If the office isn't ready, you shouldn't be there! And yet I know this kind of thing happens all the time.
Hivemind question: I want to order a pair of pants from Macy's (legging/jean cross, don't judge) but they want to charge me $10 shipping. That's ridic, yes, on a $30 pr of pants? I'm thinking I'll just call a local store and get them to hold a pair for me.
IOmememeN, I drastically overslept and was 2 hrs late (or 1.5, depending how one counts) for work today. Uggh. It seems that any alarm system I use eventually becomes useless. ::sigh::
