'Serenity'
[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'm glad ND's doing better.
Everyone else, I hope you start doing better soon.
I seem to be allergic to something at work. (Possibly work.) Yesterday afternoon I started sneezing and itching, and a few welts appeared on my arms. I ended up going home, instead of to the gym, and dosing myself with benedryl. (On the upside, I got 10 hours of sleep last night.) Today I'm slightly itchy, but not nearly to the extent of yesterday. I wonder what it is.
Heh. I think it's technically incorrect but often done in informal usage. I have my 'former English teacher' pride, though!
It's mainly an unfortunate attempt to shoehorn a Latinate structure where it didn't belong.
I feel like such a failure of a human being. DH took time off work to come up to my office and escort me home on the bus/tube as I was a bit afraid I'd fall under a train.
But! Am at home now.
My parents are visiting at the minute so I'm the worst tourguide in the world. Would you like to see the inside of my house? Yes? Then you're in luck, parents! Anywhere else, not so much.
You're welcome to read whatever I produce, although that will mainly be in (possibly illegible) note form, as it's a verbal presentation and group discussion. I will put 'email notes to smonster' on my to-do list for after the weekend.
Yay!
My parents are visiting at the minute so I'm the worst tourguide in the world. Would you like to see the inside of my house? Yes? Then you're in luck, parents! Anywhere else, not so much.
My parents came to France to see me, and we ended up having to leave Carcassonne (medieval walled city) rather abruptly due to me feeling ill, and had to deal with me being sick on the train back to Montpellier, and then take care of me. Fortunately it was just not yet understanding what triggers my IBS-type stuff, so I was better the next day.
Weekend?
Today- HH and dinner for friend whose last day at WORST JOB EVER!!! is today.
Saturday-Nothing, I think. Jon has to work for someone else, so I may just enjoy having the house all to myself.
Sunday-Parking Lot Pool Party and Cut-offs contest at Double Wide with Boys Named Sue! Hubs will be guest bartending there as well.
I might finally get my lazy butt to the Farmer's Market tomorrow.
I'm going to see my sister's one-woman show tonight and have a memorial tomorrow and I don't know what on Sunday. Hiding out and recovering from two days in a row out among the humans, probably, and clearing out the DVR a bit.
Kind of a messed up end to an obituary.
Michael Batterberry, Influential Food Editor
Besides his wife, Mr. Batterberry is survived by a sister, Anne Walsh, of Princeton, N.J.
He is not survived by Gourmet magazine, which ceased publication in November.
Something they had already written and amended badly, perhaps?
It's mainly an unfortunate attempt to shoehorn a Latinate structure where it didn't belong.
Is true. Like split infinitives. But it doesn't stop either from feeling wrong. To this frustrated prescriptivist in a descriptivist's body.