it's not a convention, it just IS and that's why we all know it instinctively. Like babies going for the nipple.
'Time Bomb'
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.
Better yet, maybe Jilli could send her devil bunny after the doubt bunnies.
Clovis is particularly good at slaying doubt bunnies.
This comforts me all the time. I would be honored to have a daughter who grew up to be Jilli.
Tell her that dating bass players is something for fun, never ever expect anything like a relationship with them. My early 20s would have been SO MUCH easier if I had realized that.
She loves Jilli pictures. I thought wwjpd (what would Jilli's parents do), and got her a sewing machine for Christmas so she could learn to sew for herself and her dolls.
Oh yay! Has she been sewing?
I wanted to La Mirren in some drop-dead gorgeous dress, though; she looked nice in that white dress, but they should have showcased her killer older-lady bod.
She is still SLAMMIN'. Age-appropo and smokin' hot.
Someone whose favorite book is Twilight is critiquing your writing style?!
Eet eez to laugh.
Really rather adds up to a compliment, doesn't it? I mean, her judgment is so poor, it's like she's in backwards land.
Age-appropo and smokin' hot.
The bit where she changes out of heels and into boots is great.
Oh yay! Has she been sewing?
She has, a little. Not as much as I'd like, but I'm not pushing her. She made herself a "pocket" first, and is thinking about what she wants to make next. Yesterday, we looked at clothing patterns. She saw a shirt (that would be really easy to turn into a dress) with an almost Elizabethan type sleeve that she really liked, and I thought it rather appropriate, so we may try that one.
I'm still irked by the showing vs. telling critic... one of her favorite books is Twilight.
Yes, because Stephanie Meyer is sooo good at showing not telling. (my eyes have rolled away)
OK Barb, hope you don't mind if I get extremely silly for a moment. Visualize this, please: the self doubt bunnies are made of raw bacon and covered with glitter. They are terrified, running for their lives from your Lab and a stuffed devil bunny. And as they vanish over the horizon, you chant "don't hear you, don't see you. You are nothing to me. And how in the world can a nothing scare me?" This sort of visualization sometimes works for me. (I stole the chant from a children's book.)
I bought these socks. I *had* to. They were made for me. (I also bought these, because they just seemed awesome.)
Sock Dreams is a dangerous place, mang. I could spend $500 there, easily.
I love Sock Dreams. A lot.
Kittenish keeps reaching her paw at me from where she's curled half on / half off my lap. I don't know her intentions but I keep high fiving her. And telling her she's awesome.