Someone is wearing bells today. I don't know whether to be charmed or homicidal.
The guy she tried to put a bell on put it succinctly: "I don't want a bell! I'm not a cow!"
Danger's my birthright.
Buffy ,'The Killer In Me'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Connie Neil - Dec 23, 2010 7:34:09 am PST #11648 of 30000
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sj - Dec 23, 2010 7:34:34 am PST #11649 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Barb, much sanity~ma to you.
Must.not.kill.neighbors. They are continually slamming doors today. I have never met people who need to leave and come back as often as these people.
WindSparrow - Dec 23, 2010 8:21:40 am PST #11650 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.
~ma for smonster's sister.
Vortex - Dec 23, 2010 9:20:16 am PST #11651 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Gads, I wish I could do that. But she's got the bad knee (that she was supposed to have surgically repaired two YEARS ago, but keeps putting off) and is walking with a cane and needs someone to carry packages and... and...
Hmm, maybe some bonding time with Grandma for the children?
smonster - Dec 23, 2010 9:50:20 am PST #11652 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Empress! Is your address still the same? I have books to send you, finally.
P.M. Marc - Dec 23, 2010 10:36:19 am PST #11653 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
TEPPY! Attn: hands [link]
Beverly - Dec 23, 2010 10:42:28 am PST #11654 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh Barb, rent her a wheelchair with a basket, and use her as a battering ram through the crowds. Pile the basket and then her lap with the packages. You're behind her, pushing, and it's crowded, so you "can't hear" what she's saying, so she'll just have to point where she wants to go.
No, passive-aggressive? Me? Not the least tiny little bit. Good luck with your mom. Try very very hard to remember you're not responsible for one thing she does or says, you're just there as a sherpa, and don't let it affect your mood or your holidays. Blessings on you for being dutiful.
In me news, StY called this morning--the package I mailed off on Monday actually arrived today, and safely. Now all he has to do is zhujzh the bows! I've a few more cards to write notes in and address, but if they arrive before New Years--or Old Christmas, it's still good.
smonster - Dec 23, 2010 11:01:00 am PST #11655 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I love Bev so much.
I actually may go to the mall today, but this particular mall is nearly never busy, even at Xmas, so it's not so bad.
erikaj - Dec 23, 2010 11:24:23 am PST #11656 of 30000
Always Anti-fascist!
"Name one miracle you've seen in your lifetime."
"How about the fact that I haven't killed you yet?"
Munch and Bolander, H:LOTS.
Ginger - Dec 23, 2010 11:30:48 am PST #11657 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
And erika comes up with the ideal holiday Homicide quote.
By the time I loaded the damn car, I decided I was too tired to drive, so I am, theoretically, getting up very early. Everything's in the car, so I have some fear of burglars. (I have a carport, not a garage.) Maybe I should attach bells or something, so Mr Peabody will hear them. He may be too worn out to hear them, since he's spent all day barking at the dangerous HVAC guys replacing my neighbor's furnace. I told him they were stringy and tasted of freon and that there were very few HVAC homicides. Also, I gave him a bath this morning, which has made him very suspicious, so it would probably have taken forever just to get him in the car.