Oh! Zenkitty, how long have you had that tagline? Because the friends we had dinner with tonight were talking about that very movie, and the coincidence is just freaky. It's either total plate-of-shrimp coincidence, or he lurks here (in which case, SHOW YOURSELF, DUDE).
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.
Trifecta:
My brother's brewpub won a GOLD MEDAL at the Great American Beer Festival this weekend, for its gluten-free beer, called Celia Pale Ale. This is the second year in a row they've won gold for their GF beer. I tried it last weekend, and it really is excellent. I know I'm biased, but the medal is well deserved.
Yay, Tep's brother!
I wish their beer had wider (or any) distribution. I mean, you win a gold, it's clearly great beer, so I just wish more people could try it.
Instead, everyone must go to Vermont.
Yay, TeppyBrother!
Congrats, brother o'Teppy!
Ack. I am so wound up from the emotional output of the day (hell, the whole month) that I can't fall asleep. Body! Cut it out!
My brother's brewpub won a GOLD MEDAL at the Great American Beer Festival this weekend, for its gluten-free beer, called Celia Pale Ale.
Cecilia, You're breaking my heart
You're shaking my confidence baby
(When I worked in a grocery store, the bread lady was named Cecelia. Songs were sung. Any name even near it and I think of wheat and yeast and nom.)
Cass has earwormed me cruelly.
P.S. Everybody was Kung Fu fighting.
Hahahaha! I see Pix plays dirty!
Unexpected visit from kids today. Hours long. I wasn't apprised nor was I told when it would end so I ended up holed up in my room for 6 or 7 hours. I have some snacks in my room but not exactly a balanced diet. Tomorrow I will be buying better things for the bedroom pantry in case of such future emergencies.
I wanted to nap pretty badly but didn't. I'm looking forward to being able to sleep in tomorrow. I hope. I pray the neighborhood power tool brigade goes to church...