Oh no, poor smonster sis! That sucks. Much ~ma to her.
Also, more ~ma for Connie and her family.
Bester: Mal. Whaddya need two mechanics for? Mal: I really don't.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
Nora Deirdre - Dec 31, 2010 6:11:14 am PST #12058 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Nora Deirdre - Dec 31, 2010 7:04:35 am PST #12059 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Cereal:
I need to step away from the comments.
ChiKat - Dec 31, 2010 7:22:21 am PST #12060 of 30000
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?
Nora, step away. Reading comments to newspaper articles is always a bad idea. Did you know that most people on the Internets are Wrong?
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Dec 31, 2010 7:23:47 am PST #12061 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Reading comments to newspaper articles is always a bad idea.
My lesson learnt in 2010: When it comes to online comments on news sites, you can't even rely on Guardian readers to be liberal.
tommyrot - Dec 31, 2010 7:24:22 am PST #12062 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Did you know that most people on the Internets are Wrong?
Yeah. And a lot of people on the Internets are Very Wrong.
ChiKat - Dec 31, 2010 7:25:32 am PST #12063 of 30000
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?
Yeah. And a lot of people on the Internets are Very Wrong.
Amen, brother.
sj - Dec 31, 2010 7:32:59 am PST #12064 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Smonster, quick healing~ma to your sister.
hippocampus - Dec 31, 2010 7:39:52 am PST #12065 of 30000
not your mom's socks.
Connie, so very sorry for your loss.
Nora, so sorry for your friend's family.
Aims, since I wasn't here to say it before, congratulations on school and the job!
I've skipped a zillion posts but we are almost home and in the meantime we are super lucky and are at Javachick's.
Eta boardname shift
DavidS - Dec 31, 2010 7:55:50 am PST #12066 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
and in the meantime we are super lucky and are at Nanita's.
That's funny, we'll be at Nanita's this afternoon. What a coincidence.
Steph L. - Dec 31, 2010 8:12:33 am PST #12067 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
I'm quite thrilled to be seing 2010 get the fuck out. Some of you saw this on Facebook, but yesterday sucked balls. My dad had rotator cuff surgery, and I was, as usual, his caretaker, because he will never, EVER call anyone else.
I'll spare you the self-loathing tape loop running through my head about what an asshole of a daughter I am to be so utterly resentful about always being the caretaker. ASSHOLE.
And I came home to find that the dalmatian, who we have to keep in the kitchen when we're gone, had made her way through a door she shouldn't have been able to get through and fallen down the basement steps. When I walked into an empty kitchen, I almost passed out, for real. I mean that I got lightheaded and had to grab the doorframe for a minute to steady myself. I was sure I was about to find a dead dog in the basement.
Then I heard a bark, and tore ass down the stairs. She was wedged between the washer and the wall, and couldn't get out because she doesn't know how to go backwards any more. I have no idea how long she was down there, but she didn't *seem* hurt.
Problem is, she can't go up steps any more, and I couldn't lift her and carry her up. Fortunately, it was almost 5:00 and Tim works only a mile and a half away. So I called him and he came home to carry her up.
She seems okay -- it's possible she didn't *fall* down the steps, but since she can't even walk down the 3 steps to the back yard, I don't think she walked down the 10+ steps to the basement.
I am SO OVER this goddamn shittastic year from hell.