Two steaming cups of chocolate goodness. Courtesy of whomever I swiped it from out of the cupboard.

Ben ,'The Killer In Me'


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.


§ ita § - Jun 03, 2010 6:43:03 am PDT #3626 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

76 is not old, or it shouldn't be, dagnabit.

No shit.

Man, I'm exhausted today. Meetings are already difficult.

eta: Vote for the best year in sci fi


Kathy A - Jun 03, 2010 6:48:01 am PDT #3627 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil

Just got a call from Mom, who is at the state meeting for her garden club. Last summer, she became president of her local chapter by default (no one else wanted it, and she had been the treasurer up to then), but once she got the post, she decided to run with it. When I visited her last July, she had me edit her first draft of the chapter's yearbook. In previous years, her chapter had always done very well at the state level with it (usually getting first prize for Best Yearbook), so she wanted me to double-check.

Well, they just won first prize for Best Yearbook at this year's state meeting, and when they awarded the silver cup to her, they also announced that they had submitted her yearbook to the national level, and she had won first prize there, too!!!

Yay, Mom!!!


Jesse - Jun 03, 2010 6:52:38 am PDT #3628 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Yay your mom, Kathy!

And he falls in the category of cranky old dudes who inexplicably like me, so I really feel like I need to go.

Aw. I hope you're up to it.

I'm surprised Rue McClanahan was only 76.


ChiKat - Jun 03, 2010 6:52:43 am PDT #3629 of 30001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?

76 is not old, or it shouldn't be, dagnabit.

Seriously.

they also announced that they had submitted her yearbook to the national level, and she had won first prize there, too!!!

Go, Mom!!!


smonster - Jun 03, 2010 6:55:22 am PDT #3630 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Is Darby a visitor or potentially a stayer? 'Cause I vote stayer.


§ ita § - Jun 03, 2010 7:06:00 am PDT #3631 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

That's really cool for your mother, Kathy.

The nearby cafe didn't have any baked goods, so I'm having fruit for breakfast. What the hell? And it's not even good fruit. It's overpriced slightly sweet water wrapped in cellulose--melon and watermelon. Washed down with Monster energy drink, because if I don't artificially kickstart today, something not great is going to happen.

I used to be so dosed up on meds that I could sleep anywhere anytime, after multiple shots of Red Bull and espresso. I miss those days.


Liese S. - Jun 03, 2010 7:08:28 am PDT #3632 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Yeah, I dunno what the cranky old dudes thing is, but whatever the attraction is, I haz it. He`ll snarl at the other band members and cuss everybody out, but he always hugs me. And I suspect in some ways I remind him of his wife. Anyway, he specifically asked for us to perform, so I`m going to do what I can, but I dunno if my pipes will stand up.
 
I am always happy at new puppy connections and I hope you guys are a match.


brenda m - Jun 03, 2010 7:12:35 am PDT #3633 of 30001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

Is Darby a visitor or potentially a stayer? 'Cause I vote stayer.

That's what the visit will hopefully determine.


§ ita § - Jun 03, 2010 7:12:57 am PDT #3634 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Could someone do me a favour? I'd like these, please. I've been a good girl. I'm even eating fruit for breakfast.


Fred Pete - Jun 03, 2010 7:17:11 am PDT #3635 of 30001
Ann, that's a ferret.

Yay, Kathy's Mom!

RIP, Rue McClanahan.