I feel sick, and mysteriously have a cough, so I've been sleeping a lot today. I'm waiting to hear about the job I interviewed for and am frustrated that I haven't heard anything.
Simon: I, uh... I never-never shot anyone before. Book: I was there, son. I'm fair sure you haven't shot anyone yet.
'War Stories'
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.
quester - Jan 25, 2011 1:55:10 pm PST #13885 of 30000
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
beekaytee - Jan 25, 2011 1:57:18 pm PST #13886 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant
quester is my sister in frustration. I hope you feel better soon.
quester - Jan 25, 2011 2:11:15 pm PST #13887 of 30000
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Thanks, bonny, you too!
smonster - Jan 25, 2011 2:31:03 pm PST #13888 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Hey bonny! Sorry to hear you're not feeling well. I can keep you busy for, oh, 30 seconds - I gave Frankie a new toy (fleece owl) and he kept carrying it around and whining. He sometimes tries to take his stuffed toys outside, but I don't usually let him. Was he looking for a place to bury it, do you think?
amyth - Jan 25, 2011 2:44:14 pm PST #13889 of 30000
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
Lulu used to do that in her younger days. If I gave her something really awesome, it was almost too much for her to handle. She would carry it around, and start whimpering, and then move it from place to place, looking for a place to bury it, and then worry that that hiding place wasn't good enough, and then move it again, and again, and repeat this over and over, for at least a day, until the novelty wore off. Almost as if I was going to steal it back from her because it was so GREAT. It kind of seemed like it ruined the enjoyment of whatever it was, at least at first.
brenda m - Jan 25, 2011 2:51:14 pm PST #13890 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Heh. Lucy was the same. We had to ban bones over like three or four inches long because they were so upsetting.
Connie Neil - Jan 25, 2011 2:58:09 pm PST #13891 of 30000
brillig
I've always been amazed that the critters can love something manmade so much. Why do cats want to hug something while they sleep?
Ginger - Jan 25, 2011 3:00:09 pm PST #13892 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Mr Peabody hides the really awesome things like rawhide bones underneath the furniture in the living room.
My total accomplishments for the day can be measured in Kleenex consumed.
smonster - Jan 25, 2011 3:00:46 pm PST #13893 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Wait until he sees what I got him for Valentine's Day.
Steph L. - Jan 25, 2011 3:16:34 pm PST #13894 of 30000
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Mr Peabody hides the really awesome things like rawhide bones underneath the furniture in the living room.
Kato just leaves them where he drops them, generally placed for maximum chance of me stepping on them and breaking my neck. Now that he has a Kong, I expect my broken bones to occur within the week.
Chloe never did get the hang of playing (she liked dressup, but didn't play with toys), so we only had to contend with one dog's toys everywhere, not two. Though now we don't have a special Chloe toy to remember her. Just her collar.