Oh Jen, much ~ma for your mom! I'm glad you got to talk to her and can see her tomorrow.
Bester: Mal. Whaddya need two mechanics for? Mal: I really don't.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
Kate P. - Apr 07, 2012 5:57:52 pm PDT #11010 of 30001
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
hippocampus - Apr 07, 2012 6:03:09 pm PDT #11011 of 30001
not your mom's socks.
Much ~ma to your mom, Jen.
DavidS - Apr 07, 2012 6:08:43 pm PDT #11012 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
What the hell?
Fuck Arbor Day! Fuck it!
Zenkitty - Apr 07, 2012 6:20:44 pm PDT #11013 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
~ma for your ma, Jen! No more falling down, on holidays or otherwise.
Sunburn, ouch, Connie. Do not like. Beaded things, however, I like (but never wear).
Fuck Arbor Day! Fuck it!
Darn trees and their... pollen.
Steph L. - Apr 07, 2012 6:46:05 pm PDT #11014 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Jen, noggin-ma for your mom!
I have a plot, and it's going to involve me getting this dress:
I love that! I have a wedding to go to in May, and I think I might just need a new dress. Hmmm.
I set the oven ON FIRE this week. I am not even joking. Not the stovetop; the oven. It was like something out of I Love Lucy. (Also, I am deeply suspicious that our smoke detector only works when it wants to.)
Yikes!
It was this whole deal where I made a cake last Saturday, in a lamb-shaped mold that fits together like a clamshell, but the top half has a lip all the way around it so it almost sits down over the bottom half. Anyway, the excess cooking spray from the top half dripped down on the floor of the oven while it was baking.
And yet -- it did not burst into flame then. Oh, no. On Sunday or Monday we were going to have pizza, and when we preheated the oven, smoke started billowing out. We quickly figured out it was the oil that dripped onto the floor of the oven, and ran around opening windows and grabbing fans to ventilate.
Tim finally kicked me out of the kitchen (wisely so), and when I checked on him a little later, he told me that the oil on the floor of the oven did actually catch fire. But -- according to him -- they were small flames. So he grabbed a sheet of aluminum foil that was there and set it over the inferno and it went out.
Through all of this, the smoke alarm in the dining room never went off. (Keep in mind this house is just under 900 sq. feet, and the dining room is right next to the kitchen.) I am dubious about the smoke alarm's ability to sufficiently warn us in time of an impending baking-related flamey disaster.
Dana - Apr 07, 2012 6:49:18 pm PDT #11015 of 30001
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
I love that! I have a wedding to go to in May, and I think I might just need a new dress. Hmmm.
Ooh, I bet it would look lovely on you, with your blonde hair.
Scrappy - Apr 07, 2012 7:16:35 pm PDT #11016 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I was going to lord it over J when he gets home tomorrow that Chet, our four-month-old puppy, had no housebreaking accidents the entire week he was gone--Because I am clearly the Chet Whisperer. Sadly, Chet peed in the house not once, not twice, but THREE times today. Way to regress, dude!
smonster - Apr 07, 2012 7:22:34 pm PDT #11017 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
You know when you get in a productivity loop and can't. stop. doing? Yeah, I'm pulling myself out of one right now. But my house looks so much better! Totally worth it. And Nerdist podcasts make great background.
smonster - Apr 07, 2012 8:38:10 pm PDT #11018 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Chet! The peeing happens outside, not inside!!
Steph, that is a freaky story. Glad no serious damage was done.
...dammit. I am not asleep. My brain wouldn't shut off, so I just got up and wrote a cover letter for a job I think I would have loved... fifteen years ago - [link] Working 12-14 hrs a day, maybe six days a week? I don't know that I could handle that for very long, and my animals sure as shit wouldn't appreciate it. And it's not like I'd be making mad bank. But I bet I'd get fitter.
Also? Let's be real, punctuality (especially in the morning) ain't in my wheelhouse.
Part of me just wants to see if I can get an interview, and meet the person who wrote it. It keeps getting revised; I've seen at least four different versions.
Okay, going to take some melatonin and try sleeping again.
vw bug - Apr 07, 2012 9:19:59 pm PDT #11019 of 30001
Mostly lurking...
Jen! Eek! Hope your Mom is ok!
Steph, that totally sounds like something I would do!!!
Scrappy, just when I get proud of myself for finally figuring out Toto's new diabetes pee needs, he'll have like four accidents in a day. Silly doggies. But yay puppy!!!
I have wicked bad insomnia. We're three weeks away from the wedding, and we went away for the weekend for our engagement pictures. I brilliantly decided I would take this opportunity to leave my phone and computer at home to take a complete break. I think this as backfired! Thank goodness for Lloyd's iPad! So, anyone still up??