The probability of that coincidence is probably not very low, statistically speaking.
We're proud to say that the Class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history.
Jonathan ,'Touched'
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.
DebetEsse - Feb 18, 2011 5:48:56 am PST #15783 of 30000
Woe to the fucking wicked.
sj - Feb 18, 2011 6:00:41 am PST #15784 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
G said "I love you Auntie sj" for the first time today, at a random moment. I had forgotten how disarming that can be from a 2 year old. We also played with playdough, read books, watched too much Yo Gabba Gabba, and now G is napping while I pack for the weekend at the beach.
ChiKat - Feb 18, 2011 6:57:29 am PST #15785 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?
The probability of that coincidence is probably not very low, statistically speaking.
No lie. That is odd.
G said "I love you Auntie sj" for the first time today, at a random moment
Awww...that is so sweet.
WindSparrow - Feb 18, 2011 7:18:12 am PST #15786 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.
G said "I love you Auntie sj" for the first time today, at a random moment. I had forgotten how disarming that can be from a 2 year old.
So much cute.
hippocampus - Feb 18, 2011 7:27:33 am PST #15787 of 30000
not your mom's socks.
I'm taking dinner to a co-op school family tonight - the mom's just had major surgery, dad's trying to work and parent and go to the hospital. Different families have been doing a dinner run 3x a week for 2 weeks - it's really nice, and underscores the different reasons why this co-op feels like home a lot of the time. I dropped an email earlier trying to figure out what foods they'd seen too much of, if they were hungry for anything in particular. Turns out, everyone's been avoiding chicken and casseroles as too obvious. Which is also kind of cute.
beekaytee - Feb 18, 2011 7:30:55 am PST #15788 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant
funeral directors must have a very interesting sense of humor.
I would totally date a funeral director.
When my father died, the fellow at the mortuary did what his kind is meant to do and put on the solemn, "I knew your father..." speech. I politely stopped him replying,"Okay, look. You know my father because, a few years ago he came in here and dropped a load of money. No one in the Universe is sad at his passing, least of all me. So, let's get past that."
In a matter of minutes, we were convivially yucking it up...as I systematically rejected most of the truly silly things my father had spent gobs of money on (a pink casket, really?) and ended up having a great time. The fellow was clearly relieved to not have to front.
He told us some of the in-house jokes and I absolutely roared. Bless him.
beekaytee - Feb 18, 2011 7:32:51 am PST #15789 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant
Turns out, everyone's been avoiding chicken and casseroles as too obvious. Which is also kind of cute.
That is so sweet.
I generally make hearty soups. Easy to heat, freeze and accessorize.
sj - Feb 18, 2011 7:41:06 am PST #15790 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
"Knock knock"
"Who's there?"
"Fireman Sam"
"Fireman Sam who?"
"Fireman Sam's on the TV!"
G's idea of a knock knock joke.
Cass - Feb 18, 2011 7:46:45 am PST #15791 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.
G sort of misses the point of knock knock jokes. That's such an adorable age.
ChiKat - Feb 18, 2011 9:08:38 am PST #15792 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?
So, I just made an appt. with a different vet for Mickey. I'm not really pleased with my other vet and the fact that they wanted to charge me $300 for a CONSULT (no tests, no treatment, just a look at his records and a chat) seemed incredibly ridiculous to me. A friend recommended her vet and I'm taking Mickey there next week. I'm going by Vet#1 to get his records today.
I already feel a little better about this just by doing that.