Aaaaaaw. I finally got a sofa (woo hoo!) and the kitties have been camped out on it since they recovered from the shock of strangers in the house delivering it. Currently, they are curled up adjacent to each other...but Mal has his head firmly nestled into Nico's backside. Nico looks strangely content. It's the wierdest feline configuration i have yet to see.
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
I heard something about there being an Elvis (Presley) themed tour of the Holy Land ... including a visit to the Elvis Diner outside Jerusalem.
What a wonderful thing to do for your mom, Laura! And just when I thought I couldn't adore Shir more...
Laura and Shir, that was a truly wonderful thing to do!
Every time it rains there's a puddle four feet by eight feet, several inches deep, right in front of my gate.
That's not a puddle. That's a transient lake.
A peripatetic pond, perhaps?
Today's teefury shirt is Beetlejuice themed:
I cannot believe I am thinking of buying another t-shirt. I don't need more t-shirts! But oooh, Lydia!
I cannot believe I am thinking of buying another t-shirt. I don't need more t-shirts! But oooh, Lydia!
You must get that t-shirt. The two of you together are meant to be.
I heard something about there being an Elvis (Presley) themed tour of the Holy Land ... including a visit to the Elvis Diner outside Jerusalem.
The Elvis Diner is awesome. It's in the middle of the desert, a while away from anything, and then there's this giant Elvis statue. Like, 40 feet high at least. And the diner itself is just bizarre -- it's trying to be an American 1950s style diner, but manages to get so many little things just slightly wrong that the overall effect is really disconcerting.
t bitching
The past 24 hours, in the grand scheme of things, haven't been horrible in any life/death kind of way. Just kinda crappy. Yesterday afternoon, while working in the shop with student crew, my sister calls. Now I know, she being a tax preparer, if she's calling before April 16th, something isn't quite right, so I answer the phone. She's being vague and asking if I have talked to dad recently, and I should call him, but not letting on why. By the time I leave work, it is far too late to call east coast. I go food shopping, and get in just before they close. I get home around 9:50 at night, with 3 bags of groceries, to find the elevator not working again. Ugg. I manage to hobble my way up the 2 flights without damage to any of the groceries. So I decide to call dad while driving into work. Not the most optimum listening enviornments, but hey, it's a call. Yup, he's in Gainsville at the FL university hospital getting radiation treatments for Prostrate Cancer. Didn't want to say anything, cuz there is nothing I can do from CA and all. WTF! So I got that bombshell on my mind. And now the kids are driving me crazy at work, not putting shit away, so the shop is a complete mess. Ugg. Yeah. That's my bitching for now. Gotta get back to work. That fucking elevator better be working when I get home!
t /bitching