In happier news, I just bought tickets to see Neil Gaiman next month in New Hampshire. I can't wait.
I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
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.
sj - May 19, 2011 12:16:47 pm PDT #21671 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Vortex - May 19, 2011 12:37:08 pm PDT #21672 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
You know, I wouldn't be so irritated by my mother wanting to ask me for advice for every little thing if she would just take the advice and make a decision. Don't ask for advice and then try to convince me that I'm wrong. I don't really care what she does, so I am disinclined to argue with her. She asks me what I think, I tell her. I don't need to defend my opinion.
Barb - May 19, 2011 12:39:38 pm PDT #21673 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
My mother invited herself along on my working trip to New York next week. Only for the two days I don't have too many set commitments, but STILL--
I've already informed her that I will not be at her disposal. We all know she doesn't really believe that, right?
Tell me the Universe is giving me Karma points.
Vortex - May 19, 2011 12:51:22 pm PDT #21674 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Two words for you Barb -- Separate Rooms (even if you have to pay for hers yourself, it will be worth it)
Hil R. - May 19, 2011 1:23:47 pm PDT #21675 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I should not engage in facebook arguments about Israel with my cousin. This could not possibly end well.
Anne W. - May 19, 2011 3:06:10 pm PDT #21676 of 30000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
billytea - May 19, 2011 4:52:31 pm PDT #21677 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Speaking of lethal cuteness, I've uploaded new photos of Ryan. [link]
Highlights include his baptism: [link] and his 2nd birthday: [link]
In addition:
Young Jedi: [link]
Devouring his cultural heritage: [link]
Ready for (undoubtedly messy) action! [link]
Barb - May 19, 2011 5:25:30 pm PDT #21678 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
bt, it's just not right, that you allow the cuteness to continue unabated.
Do you understand just what havoc that's going to wreak as it develops?
meara - May 19, 2011 6:00:22 pm PDT #21679 of 30000
WTF. Second birthday? That can't possibly be. He's turning one, surely. That must be a typo.
billytea - May 19, 2011 6:06:31 pm PDT #21680 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Do you understand just what havoc that's going to wreak as it develops?
I understand the havoc he's wreaked so far, so I have some idea.
He just spent a difficult week where he got it into his head that he didn't want to sleep in his cot anymore, he wanted to sleep on his little fold-out sofa. ...He has a little fold-out sofa, I should mention. On the first day or two, he'd keep a screaming meltdown going for an hour or more at the injustice of sleeping in a cot. Not even Bubby (his bedtime stuffed frog thing: [link] ) could appease him. That was less cute. As of last night, though, he's once again reconciled to his cot-bound nocturnal existence.