No problem. I'm glad my having lived through the hell that is fiscal year end helped.
They keep telling me it's supposed to slow down at work at some point. So far, they're big liars.
Anya ,'Showtime'
[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.
No problem. I'm glad my having lived through the hell that is fiscal year end helped.
They keep telling me it's supposed to slow down at work at some point. So far, they're big liars.
So far, they're big liars.
Thppbbbbt! on them. I hope you get some time off or some other way to relax.
Would it help at all to hear that I just told my Tea Party-lovin' brother that since his sole criteria for a successful government is being able to operate in the black, then Clinton must have been his favorite President of this century. I willfully restrained myself from asking if he had seen fit to campaign for Hillary Clinton on the grounds that she might conceivably share her husband's passion for balanced budgets.
My mom finally pulled out the "If we were dead, you'd be at peace" card. I didn't even get a chance to pull out the "You make me want to kill myself just to get away from you" card!
You don't want to pull that card. Very easy for jokes like that to reinforce the part of your psyche that causes depression. Or make depression worse if you already have it.
Tony Blair in running for bad sex award. Former prime minister's memoir nominated for prize dedicated to clumsy erotic scenes in fiction.
From The Guardian of course. And heh.
I'm glad you were able to talk to your mom after her accident, Barb. And congrats on the award!
I got together with amyth, smonster, and a couple of other friends to carve pumpkins tonight. [link]
Punkins!
Oh, yes, Barb, sending ~ma for your mom.
Apparently trying to be friends with a potential future wife is verboten. It is just Not Done. That is what got her parents in a tizzy. I guess I can see how it all went wrong, but it's still stupid. I said I didn't want to meet the girl when I came home for Thanksgiving, and I didn't want to hear about any more girls. So they will tell everyone I'm not interested and ponder where they went wrong and why they're such bad parents. Meanwhile, I need to fall madly in love with a nice Gujarati girl very soon to get them off my fucking back.
Great pumpkins, Calli. Was there a stencil for the Jack Skellington one? I'd love a Skellington pumpkin.