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[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.
So good to see ND pixels in here! Stay strong. Get some sleep. Repeat your mantra. Heal! Sending tons of Heal~ma up the 710 freeway.
Plus, I go to Vermont in 4 days! I will eat ALL THE CHEESE.Wisconsin will be happy. With that supply out of the chain, it will increase the demand for theirs!
I swear the thing keeps advancing on me in a sinister fashion and staring at me.
I know from first hand experience that parrots are just like this. Parrots are how you know that the dinosaurs became birds - they are utterly unimpressed by mammals.
It surprises me not at all that a parrot balloon would behave in the same manner.
I just took the "Are you a Twihard?" quiz. Fuck them, I am not. You probably score just for taking the stupid quiz.
I hope you PixDesigns are both having sweet dreams and tomorrow brings good news.
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I am up way too freaking early, and at the NOLA airport. oMG. I think last night, at 230am (knowing I was getting up at 530) was by far the earliest I went to sleep all weekend. Damn. Good times, but good lord these people party hard.
And I did not get a muffaletta. I meant to. And wanted one. But didn't manage (possibly because I was only awake very limited hours that overlapped with central grocery open times)
Wishes for sweet sleep for the PixDesigns. May cats and nurses not cut it short for them.
Eyes own four-legged contingent. Yes, maybe all the feline agitation got channeled into Harvey and Sammie.
meara, that seems a shame to not get a muffaletta while you are in the Land of Muffalettas.
Shir, I have nothing useful to say, other than I'm sorry your friends have not come through for you.
Teppy, may the cheese be tasty and satisfying, and the beer excellent.
Slips some Milk of Magnesia tabs into Teppy's bag, just in case.
OMG WTF FIRST GRADER?!?!
I am up way too freaking early, and at the NOLA airport.
Come back again soon! I think you hit a lot of the good food though, even sans muffeletta. (Monday red beans & rice is key!)
Mmmm, muffeletta....maybe I can get to the FQ this afternoon for lunch!
Someone in the twin cities had their old house remodeled and found a 90-year old stash of booze:
Ugh, I'm sorry to hear you feel so lousy, Steph, but yeah, two deaths is a lot of sadness to bear.
I have to laugh, because a friend texted me last night -- and I know it was totally meant to be all supportive and I-got-your-back -- but he said something along the lines of "I know how hard it is...my grandmother always said deaths come in threes, and I've never forgotten that."
Uh, thanks? Cause, see, there have ONLY BEEN TWO. So now I just get to wait for the next one?
(I don't actually believe the whole "happens in threes" thing, but still -- doesn't that sound more like the kind of thing you'd NOT say if someone had only lost TWO loved ones?)
Heh. Oh man.
This is why we humans like to think before we speak. Some of us, anyway.