Hi, SA. Nice to see your font here. How's it going?
My work's illegal, but at least it's honest.
Mal ,'Shindig'
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.
WindSparrow - Oct 17, 2010 1:59:45 pm PDT #6009 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.
esse - Oct 17, 2010 2:03:01 pm PDT #6010 of 30000
S to the A -- using they/them pronouns!
Hi! It's going pretty well. Filing a little bit of working, reading some fluff vampire novels, chilling with the dog. A good Sunday. Oh! We're getting a cat today. That'll be interesting. How's you?
DavidS - Oct 17, 2010 2:04:14 pm PDT #6011 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Wow, a good day with amych medals and SA pixels.
hippocampus - Oct 17, 2010 2:14:29 pm PDT #6012 of 30000
not your mom's socks.
A really long time ago, not-yet DH and I went hiking. We came home with a 2 1/2 lb. Beagle/bull terrier/ wefoundit mix whose family had taken her litter to a popular spot before proceeding with leaving the pups on the mountain. She was the runt, and barely weaned, and we fed her some donated kibble mixed up with milk. She was about 4 weeks old. Sparky later made her scrambled eggs, which often had her asking to go to sparky's for breakfast. She moved to 3 states with us, and lived through several doggie dining disasters, a 6-week cross country roadtrip, hurricane Isabel, and not getting scrambled eggs for breakfast every day. She obsessed about unthrown tennis balls, could jump 6x her own height, and forgave us for having a baby. She lived with us for 16 and a half years, enriching our lives by making it messier, simpler, and funnier. For the past six months, she'd been unable to manage stairs, and slept most of the day. We knew things were coming to a close, but when we saw her outside with something obviously wrong, and the emergency vet suggesting very few options, it still seemed too soon. RIP to our sweet and wonderful and often very bad dog. We will miss her so much.
Eta: spelling. Congratulations amych
Beverly - Oct 17, 2010 2:18:55 pm PDT #6013 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Oh Sox, I'm so sorry. Peace to her humans.
::waves at SA::
WindSparrow - Oct 17, 2010 2:19:02 pm PDT #6014 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.
Sox, I'm so sorry for your loss. Lots of brackets to you and yours.
SA, I'm doing pretty good - enjoying a semi-lazy Sunday, and pondering a late afternoon nap.
Nora Deirdre - Oct 17, 2010 2:19:52 pm PDT #6015 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Oh, Sox. I'm so sorry.
Scrappy - Oct 17, 2010 2:21:04 pm PDT #6016 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Sox, I am so sorry. I am glad the pup found you and that you found her. It sounds as if you gave each other great joy and love.
Ginger - Oct 17, 2010 2:25:58 pm PDT #6017 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Oh, Sox. Lucky dog. Lucky people. The worst part about pets is that we outlive them (unless they're parrots).
erin_obscure - Oct 17, 2010 2:27:16 pm PDT #6018 of 30000
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
{{{sox}}}, sounds like a pretty wonderful life once she found you.