I am trying to decide where to go and what to do. I should clean my house, or go work out, but...meh. I have various errand-y type shopping things to do, but can't decide where to begin. And the outlet mall is kind of calling my name, even though I shouldn't. (...if I worked out, the clothes I already own might fit me)
I am a large, semi-muscular man. I can take it. Don't hide behind Mal 'cause you know he'll shoot it down for you. Tell me.
Wash ,'War Stories'
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.
meara - Nov 07, 2010 8:33:12 am PST #7735 of 30000
amych - Nov 07, 2010 8:36:33 am PST #7736 of 30000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Homebrew stuffs, laundry, random acts of computerness. Carefully avoiding all thoughts of tomorrow's meeting day from hell.
smonster - Nov 07, 2010 8:39:56 am PST #7737 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Emptied compost pail and put it to soak, put pumpkin in the compost. Folded a few more things. Reheated tea, eating cheese and crackers.
Having read the first issue or two, I knew The Walking Dead would be fucking depressing, but I'm just not sure I can handle it.
sj - Nov 07, 2010 8:42:35 am PST #7738 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
We went out to breakfast today and made a list of things we want to do in Cape Cod, and now I am reading the paper and avoiding trying to figure out how to print up labels and looking at what our new budget will consist of.
Barb - Nov 07, 2010 9:05:38 am PST #7739 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Y'all, I'm the saddest person. My sister, whom I adore, but who is my complete opposite in the kitchen, was making breakfast for herself and Lewis. I offered to chop veggies (she's also a massive klutz and my knives are Very Sharp) and finally wound up taking charge when the Pam cooking spray was winding up everywhere and utensils she wasn't even using were getting dirty.
I simply grabbed the spatula and shooed her away feeling terrible that I just couldn't let her do her thing. *sigh*
Omelet was pretty, though.
t control freak
Daisy Jane - Nov 07, 2010 9:13:52 am PST #7740 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I have cleaned house and done laundry. I want to go watch the game, but I need to go pick up our malaria meds and pack because...we leave for freaking India on Wednesday!
sj - Nov 07, 2010 9:15:12 am PST #7741 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Yay, India! Have fun DJ and hubby!
Connie Neil - Nov 07, 2010 9:15:37 am PST #7742 of 30000
brillig
Daisy, did I miss that you got your passports and visas?
sj - Nov 07, 2010 9:16:57 am PST #7743 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I really think that restaurants should have answering machines for when they're not open. I am likely to forget to call back on Tuesday when they are actually open to make dinner reservations for next weekend.
Daisy Jane - Nov 07, 2010 9:18:42 am PST #7744 of 30000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Oh, Jilli, I wasn't able to return the hi because we'd left. We were at a wedding where the bride was from SLC and I guess she was there for her. (The groom was a good friend from the bar, and he knew the bride while they were living in Pittsburg, but married to other people. They started talking again and after a few visits she moved here and they decided to get married. The cousin of another friend we met from the bar was the bride's roommate in college. Crazy coincidence wedding).