{{libkitty}} Peace and strength to you and yours.
Lorne: My little prince. Oh…what did they do to you? Angel: Nina…tried to…eat me. Lorne: Oh, you're--medic! You're gonna make it Angel. Just don't stop fighting. Doctor! Is there a Gepetto in the house?
'Smile Time'
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.
Laura - Dec 09, 2009 4:17:07 am PST #2733 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Jessica - Dec 09, 2009 4:22:28 am PST #2734 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Laura, if she's due in February should I assume she already has a Snoogle?
That or a gift cert for a prenatal massage would be my vote.
Cashmere - Dec 09, 2009 4:24:41 am PST #2735 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.
I still have my Snoogle. It rocks.
WindSparrow - Dec 09, 2009 4:28:06 am PST #2736 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.
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sj - Dec 09, 2009 6:22:53 am PST #2737 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
TCG took a sick day today because we have quite a bit of snow. So, we're having a quiet day at home, and will probably decorate our tree later. I may even put him to work wrapping presents.
WindSparrow - Dec 09, 2009 7:37:58 am PST #2738 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.
Having shoveled as much snow as I can stand for the moment, and cleaned the cats' litter boxes, I think I deserve to spend a few hours either sleeping or watching Buffy dvds.
sj - Dec 09, 2009 8:01:41 am PST #2739 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
TCG has shoveled us out, but we are still waiting for the plow to come and take care of our long ass driveway. I have baked chocolate mint cookies. They are not pretty, but they taste good.
omnis_audis - Dec 09, 2009 8:03:47 am PST #2740 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Taste is far more important than looks, unless you are planning to sell them.
smonster - Dec 09, 2009 8:09:14 am PST #2741 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Anybody want to bring me lunch? I have a can of lentil soup but no desire to eat it or volition to wash dishes so I can eat it. And no car to go get something. (cue tiny violin)
Nora Deirdre - Dec 09, 2009 8:10:56 am PST #2742 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Gah. I trek out to a far flung campus building (15 minute walk each way) in the driving, sideways icy cold rain and wind (rendering my umbrella close to useless at best, an outright liability at worse) and get soaked to the skin from the waist down in order to get a cash advance check for my boss. By noon.
When I return, soaked and shivering and close to tears, I walk into his office and drop off the check (hoping he wouldn't see me/pay attention to me.) I ignore his attempt at a weather joke and go to my office, he comes after me and asks if I'm OK. I say, it's rainy, cold and windy out there, and I'm soaked, and I don't want to talk about it. He leaves. He leaves the office. I get an email from him to schedule a meeting between us when he returns, which always means it's a talking to/scolding.
I am so, so tired of this.