We are a nerdly house. I just read Emeline a Terry Pratchett book for her bedtime story because she was sick of Neil Gaiman.
I still think buffista parents should write a geek parenting book.
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We are a nerdly house. I just read Emeline a Terry Pratchett book for her bedtime story because she was sick of Neil Gaiman.
I still think buffista parents should write a geek parenting book.
That means I can walk the dog, shower, and go to bed now, right?
Yes.
smonster, hie the to bed (after walking the dog, of course.)
Congratulations, Beth!
smonster, that sounds like a full day and then some.
Sweet. Thanks for the validation.
zomg. excerpt of email from the mother of my 1/2 sister: "Ellie has been talking to her Drama teacher about having Erin come to class as a guest speaker. I've told Ellie she needs to check with you, Erin, to make sure that's a possibility before finalizing anything. I hope she gets in touch shortly."
yes, indeed. My 14 year old sister should indeed check with me before pimping me out to her high school drama class. good gracious, what would i even talk about in front of teenagers??
Yay, beth! Congrats.
Sweet dreams, smonster.
Congratulations beth! Go you!
Reason one hundred and infinity why Hubby and I do so well:
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer was just going off. Burl Ives starts to sing, and I think, "Huh, and he's dead. I bet everyone involved in making this is dead." And Hubby calls out in macabre glee: "And they're all dead!" I pause in disbelief, then say, "I was just thinking that." "Liches!" he cries. "Zombies, doomed to their annual holiday task!"
He's in an odd mood.
I actually remember the time and place of the first quest where I encountered my first lich. *sigh*