Good luck, Ginger. Cooperate, Mr. Peabody!
Tara ,'First Date'
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.
Bah Humbug, indeed.
Today is traditionally a day for staying home, wrapping presents, and avoiding the living. I really want to go see a matinee of True Grit and my roommate needs a ride to the mall.
I need to get dressed, clean up a bit, pack, and head to the parents with Frankie, but I seem to have ended up back in bed.
In the spirit of Bah Humbug, I finished my course of prednisone, which means I'm itchy again.
Oy vey. Mr. P, don't give your person grief. The toilet already did that.
smonster, sorry you're itchy again.
The cranberry chutney/sauce/stuff is cooling on the stovetop while I'm contemplating what cookies to make. I've got more presents to wrap, but beyond that, it's pretty mellow round these parts. I'm not planning on setting foot among the public if'n I don't have to.
Nora, I'm jealous...I want them, but that is too much scratch for me to spend on me. Also, the last two seasons aren't that good."I know how it is...December 25 everyone loves you, but after that, you're just another fat man in a bad suit." Concerned about my Secret Santa's gift...they are getting ready to make a second attempt to deliver now. Hope it goes okay.
Hubby and I are going to the mall and Best Buy just because we can, not because we have to. We'll sadistically grin at all the frantic people, maybe pick up some insanely good deal, and map out what we'll buy over New Year's. And maybe have eggnog later.
Aw, my awesome soon-to-be-ex roommate is thinking about becoming a Buffista! That would be cool.
Oh Ginger, I hope you and Mr. P are in the car and on your way. Have a safe trip, there and back. Don't kill anybody in the middle.
Amyth, I hope you're feeling better. Smonster, itch-relief to you. Connie, sounds like a good Christmas eve to me! I'll bet Barb's house smells good!
In surprise! news, I hab a Christmas code. sniff. Yay? Blerghy eyes and ruddy dose, the codstant zdiffig is going to drive H bonkers. I bead, why should I hab all de fudd?
Bev, I'm feeling better, thanks! I ate food this morning, woo! I hope your cold isn't too bad.
Drama free is not to be. Sitcom material, on the other hand...
Sigh.