Thanks Laura. It was the one thing with the news this morning that made me smile.
Cordelia: You're him. You're Angel's son. Connor: It's not like I got to choose.
'Hell Bound'
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.
Daisy Jane - Feb 15, 2011 7:22:09 am PST #15609 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Nora Deirdre - Feb 15, 2011 7:24:24 am PST #15610 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Dang, the Morgans have been hit hard these last few months. I'm sorry, DJ.
Daisy Jane - Feb 15, 2011 7:27:57 am PST #15611 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
It certainly feels like it. Thanks, Nora.
WindSparrow - Feb 15, 2011 7:48:52 am PST #15612 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
DJ, I'm sorry to hear about your cousin.
juliana - Feb 15, 2011 7:51:33 am PST #15613 of 30000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
{{{{{DJ}}}}} I wrap you in snuggles and Chartreuse.
Daisy Jane - Feb 15, 2011 7:53:23 am PST #15614 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Thanks guys.
{{{{{DJ}}}}} I wrap you in snuggles and Chartreuse.
For this cousin it would be Harley Davidson smokes and whiskey or moonshine (he preferred beer, but I don't care for it).
DCJensen - Feb 15, 2011 9:07:34 am PST #15615 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Cass - Feb 15, 2011 9:43:37 am PST #15616 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
At Least We Weren't On Fire News - the motor for the jetway was smoking so my dad and I just deplaned off the back of a plane at Atlanta. Down stairs. Dad has some pretty serious mobility issues and stairs are the hardest, slowest and most pianful. We got down okay but there were some iffy ones back up to the terminal so we waited for a chair. Basically this entitles you to slowly walk past several big planes to get the elevators and nice gentleman with the rolly red chair. I did not expect to see this view of the ginormous airport.
Now I heard people grumbling about having to get off of the back of the plane and walk. But we were waiting for everyone else cause, well, slow, and the pilot was explaining that if that motor caught fire, it was BAD. Thirty seconds to save your life bad.
So it took us longer and I smell a little like jet fuel (it smells enough like racing fuel, so it's cool with me) but we got to see a different side of ATL and we weren't on fire. Win.
Cass - Feb 15, 2011 9:45:15 am PST #15617 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Laura, I owe you e. Will do that today. Swears.
beth b - Feb 15, 2011 9:47:46 am PST #15618 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
glad you are ok Cass