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.
Happy Birthday, Barb!
There's a Mexican restaurant in Seattle that served tequila flights, or at least there used to be.
That was cool.
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.
Happy birthday Barb, glad to hear it was a good one.
There's a Mexican restaurant in Seattle that served tequila flights, or at least there used to be.
Mexico Cantina.
Mmm.
That's it!
Happy Birth Evening, Barb!
They randomly send me email.
Apparently flights of tequila can lead to me giving my email address out.
I'm an hour late, but Happy Birthday, Barb!
Oh, smonster. You so deserve this vacation.
Ghosts and demons. General symbol of purity.
So confused. Actually, not really confused. Just knows I'll be trying very hard in the future not to laugh my ass off while studying over and over how spices were considered as symbol of richness, while picturing men in togas passing the/paying in salt all around.
As for the alarmed doors - I swear I caught it myself from some TV show/internet speak. Can't remember where. I knew it was slang, but I didn't know it was wrong.
I woke up late today. Will need to make up for it in much studying over the weekend.