I will shamelessly steal a good line: Happy Barbday.
Excuse me? Who gave you permission to exist?
Cordelia ,'Beneath You'
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.
Typo Boy - Aug 25, 2010 7:43:07 pm PDT #119 of 30000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Vortex - Aug 25, 2010 7:58:01 pm PDT #120 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Lee - Aug 25, 2010 8:15:44 pm PDT #121 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Happy Birthday, Barb!
There's a Mexican restaurant in Seattle that served tequila flights, or at least there used to be.
That was cool.
Barb - Aug 25, 2010 8:16:24 pm PDT #122 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Aw, thanks so much guys! And I love Barbthday-- that's pretty awesome.
It's been a lovely, relaxing day, with part of it spent finishing up some school shopping for Abby, but then had a great dinner (with a massive piece of pie for dessert...) and then shopping for me, whereupon Mom bought me a gorgeous pair of Frye boots.
And I got a six month membership to a yoga studio, so I can go back to regular classes and hopefully, get my ass and other body parts into my wardrobe and quit feeling quite so slothful.
All in all, a Good Day, made better by all the lovely birthday wishes.
Burrell - Aug 25, 2010 8:30:09 pm PDT #123 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Happy birthday Barb, glad to hear it was a good one.
Cass - Aug 25, 2010 8:37:07 pm PDT #124 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
There's a Mexican restaurant in Seattle that served tequila flights, or at least there used to be.
Mexico Cantina.
Mmm.
Lee - Aug 25, 2010 8:40:00 pm PDT #125 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
That's it!
javachik - Aug 25, 2010 9:26:06 pm PDT #126 of 30000
Our wings are not tired.
Happy Birth Evening, Barb!
Cass - Aug 25, 2010 9:32:02 pm PDT #127 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
They randomly send me email.
Apparently flights of tequila can lead to me giving my email address out.
Beverly - Aug 25, 2010 11:07:03 pm PDT #128 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I'm an hour late, but Happy Birthday, Barb!