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Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Ginger - Sep 24, 2011 5:08:47 am PDT #28139 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda

All Mr Peabody does with a ball is look at it and then look at me as if he thinks I've lost my senses.

Dear bank,

I'm so glad you're happy with your website redesign. It's very blue. I hate to be picky, but you seem to have broken the log-in function.


Steph L. - Sep 24, 2011 5:49:10 am PDT #28140 of 30001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

All Mr Peabody does with a ball is look at it and then look at me as if he thinks I've lost my senses.

Poor Chloe never learned how to play. We would toss a ball to her, and it would bonk her in the head. Then she would sniff it to see if it was a predator, and walk away.

Kato, OTOH, *knows,* deep in his fur, that ALL THE BALLS belong to him. All of them. Which makes for some comic shenanigans if I get *my* 2 tennis balls out to lie on if I have knots in my back or hips.


Cashmere - Sep 24, 2011 5:51:01 am PDT #28141 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.

Lola will fetch balls until my shoulder falls out of its socket.

Cody doesn't understand why I want to get off the couch.

Tonight is our roller derby mixer. I'm skating on the undercard--B team. But I'm captain. I hope the event goes off well. A good crowd will go a long way to helping get us more sponsorship.


Burrell - Sep 24, 2011 6:27:17 am PDT #28142 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Love the pictures of teenager Emmett. Can still see a bit of his old toddler self in that face. And the photo with Matilda is delightful!


Jesse - Sep 24, 2011 7:23:57 am PDT #28143 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

Ugh. I went to this thing for work this morning, and it was totally a waste of time, partly because I am so bad a random schmoozing. So I bailed at lunch. I am so tired! I wish I could nap.


§ ita § - Sep 24, 2011 7:24:37 am PDT #28144 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Okay, I'm gonna go sift through piles of laundry in my bedroom. If it takes the laundromat or someone else doing laundry, I'm going to make a dent in this shit.

And then I draw. At least two pictures this weekend, hopefully three. If I'm a good girl, I get to take a break to see Tom Hardy beat people up.

That sounds like a perfectly reasonable reward mechanism, right?


Amy - Sep 24, 2011 7:27:34 am PDT #28145 of 30001
Because books.

Crap, that reminds me I put a load in last night and it's still sitting in the washer. Oops.

Jesse, nap! It's okay! It's good!


Jesse - Sep 24, 2011 7:28:32 am PDT #28146 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

I don't think I'm physically capable of napping. I may lie down for a bit, though.

I should also do laundry.


sarameg - Sep 24, 2011 7:30:08 am PDT #28147 of 30001

Market, pedicure, Target run, lysol-ed the hell out of the car (culprit: leak in the trunk+ old pair of moldy leather gloves= maaaaggggots + a lot of mildew and mold. Yech) and went down in the basement to discover it was shopvac time. And more rain on the way.

Swim after TAL.


Allyson - Sep 24, 2011 7:38:20 am PDT #28148 of 30001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Sephora is dangerous. I spent two hours last night culling and reorganizing makeup and skincare products.

However, no matter how shitty my clothes and shoes are, I take heart in knowing that there is at least $500 worth of beauty products that go into my everyday look.