Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.

Giles ,'Get It Done'


Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


SuziQ - Jul 19, 2010 6:10:56 pm PDT #13543 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

I need to turn in my mommy card. I knew better than to start a certain conversation and yet I dove in anyway. Now the girl won't come out of her room.


Cashmere - Jul 19, 2010 6:25:42 pm PDT #13544 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Can do, Dana! I'll email you the cost, etc. and get them sent directly to you. If the orders close out by the end of the week, they can be there to you by sometime late next week.


Vortex - Jul 19, 2010 6:35:20 pm PDT #13545 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

for my dog peeps in the dog days of summer

Dog heatstroke prevention and treatment


Dana - Jul 19, 2010 6:35:29 pm PDT #13546 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."

Awesome, thank you.


msbelle - Jul 19, 2010 6:38:06 pm PDT #13547 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

I am so happy to be in my bed. the house is a mess and not likely to get vastly better before the end of next week as I have to get in 5 hours of work a day and also have to do stuff like: get a TX DL, take mac to the new therapist, get a a mattress for mac's trundle and so uncle g can sleep on it (he gets in Thurs night, did I mention that?), register mac for school, go to celebrate my grandma's 97th b'day (whoot, go grandma!), figure out what I need to do to be a sole-proprietor in TX, negotiate an hourly rate with my job as a consultant. crash.

must go to bed, too many things. the cats are both trying to smother me. I think they are just as happy to have the bed back.


§ ita § - Jul 19, 2010 6:46:02 pm PDT #13548 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

XanGo? Exactly my kind of juice, but no way in hell worth more than, maybe, $6 a bottle. As if. We had someone shilling us, and I wrangled a bottle. I feel victorious.


Cass - Jul 19, 2010 6:58:52 pm PDT #13549 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Seriously, I *don't* abide shitty wine, and I've developed a super-power of finding very good bottles of wine in the $10-15 range. It's not hard.

Me too.

I have a Trader Joe's across the street. And live in an area that appreciates wine. It's easy for me to find something wonderful to drink in that range or slightly under.

I love good wine but I don't love spending too much. Plus I like finding under-appreciated wines and supporting those producers.


Steph L. - Jul 19, 2010 7:09:25 pm PDT #13550 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Seriously, I *don't* abide shitty wine, and I've developed a super-power of finding very good bottles of wine in the $10-15 range. It's not hard.

Me too.

I have a Trader Joe's across the street. And live in an area that appreciates wine. It's easy for me to find something wonderful to drink in that range or slightly under.

I love good wine but I don't love spending too much. Plus I like finding under-appreciated wines and supporting those producers.

Yes! (Or, sometimes, countries. Hello, Chile.)


Kat - Jul 19, 2010 7:33:35 pm PDT #13551 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo

XanGo scares me. I think anything that uses the words flavonids is terrifying.

Then again, I feed my kid sardines in juice format so what do I know?


Cass - Jul 19, 2010 7:52:26 pm PDT #13552 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Dude, remind me to tell you the eggs in a blender (with antibiotics) story. My dad made me eat that. And not through a tube. I had to taste that shit.