Willow ,'Storyteller'
[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.
I remember standing in the window of a high rise in Salt Lake City, watching a tornado on the ground go by and thinking, "It looks just like it does on the Discovery Channel." Did I think "OMG, get under a table away from the glass and the flying debris!"? No, not me, I was standing there like a yokel and staring at a force of destruction going past less than a block away.
Of course, behind me was a room full of oblivious people commenting idly that it sure sounded windy outside.
Yikes, SailAweigh. Glad you're safe.
ION, I love these Mixed Chicks hair products, but the scent is so strong it's making my eyes water. I just emailed them to ask if the kids' products have a lighter scent, because, no matter how great these make my hair look, I don't think I can put up with this smell for long. Maybe. My hair does look really great, and it's not often I say that.
Oh, YIKES, Sail! Scary!
Vortex, I LOVESSSS YOU, because I want that red Buffy poster for my office so damned bad. I am emailing link to Dan and telling him I want for my birthday!
Sail, that sounds like the tornado nightmares I have. Yikes!
Scary, Sail! Glad you're okay.
Hey bonny, you around?
It's interesting, there's no storm watch of any kind on the TV or radio, no sirens. The only thing I can think is that the weather folks had deemed it "safe" because it didn't meet certain criteria of speed. I mean, it was a very loose funnel, you could see that it was rotating just barely fast enough to form and very wispy. I was just waiting to see if it was going to contact the ground because that's supposedly when they get dangerous. There was no wind at all, none.
Sail,
forget all that! how's the crumble?!
(glad you are safe)
smonster, it's been a huge day and I just spent 3 hours out of the house.
I WILL be around tomorrow. It's my quiet'er' Tuesday. Things are hotting up with this new gig, so lets' do it asap.
uggghhhhh, nightmare tenant is back in town and freaking because she hasn't gotten her rent refund check- because it got sent back as undeliverable to the address SHE provided. She's ranting and raving and threatening to break into the condo.
I want to die.
I want to die.
Deep breaths, Nora. I know she's anxiety inducing, but if she breaks into the condo, you'll have the grounds on which to nail her craxy ass.