I have not had enough caffiene this morning. Just read...
has anyone seen my motivation?
I microwave mine.
Serves me right for not reading Steph's block text.
He doesn't travel well. He's like fine shrimp.
Anya ,'Touched'
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.
SuziQ - Apr 30, 2012 5:24:02 am PDT #12394 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
sj - Apr 30, 2012 5:50:36 am PDT #12395 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Ha!
Toddson - Apr 30, 2012 5:50:47 am PDT #12396 of 30001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
WS, I use a variation on the neti pot theme (squeezable plastic bottle that comes with little packs of ... something). I use bottled water, boil it, mix the solution in a pyrex mixing cup (to make sure I get the right amount and don't melt the bottle), then let it cool to warm. Then I pour it into the bottle and squeeze away.
Steph L. - Apr 30, 2012 5:56:11 am PDT #12397 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
then let it cool to warm.
Yeah, I left this step out. (Well, I left all the steps out.) I just figured no one would assume I was pouring boiling water through my sinuses.
Toddson - Apr 30, 2012 5:59:09 am PDT #12398 of 30001
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
I find using the warm solution is MUCH better than using cool/cold. And I use bottled water simply because I don't trust the tap water (really - don't drink the tap water in DC).
In other news, I've been doing manicures recently. I tried the one where you transfer newsprint to your nails using alcohol (I remember the person who came up with this used vodka, but plain old rubbing alcohol works just fine). First hand was so-so, second hand looks pretty good.
DavidS - Apr 30, 2012 6:30:34 am PDT #12399 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I just figured no one would assume I was pouring boiling water through my sinuses.
I think we've already established that your pain threshold may not be normative, so I made no such assumptions.
I imagine you wake up and barehand a boiling tea kettle and pour scalding water into your face while your boyfriend tazes you into wakefulness. Then you sort of yawn and stretch, eat broken glass for breakfast and take a shower in a sandblaster, and do your nails with a power sander. Then Tim pops you under the drill press to trepan your nostrils and drags you to work behind the truck.
Steph L. - Apr 30, 2012 6:40:15 am PDT #12400 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
while your boyfriend tazes you into wakefulness.
That's my snooze alarm.
Then Tim pops you under the drill press to trepan your nostrils
He won't drill a hole in my skull no matter how many times I ask. Not even a tiny one. Enthusiastic consent right here, baby, but no trepanning. Bah. (Also, he actually got rid of the drill press. I think it was so he would have a plausible excuse for not drilling a hole in my head. But I know there are other drills in the attic. And garage. And probably the basement.)
DavidS - Apr 30, 2012 6:43:13 am PDT #12401 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
He won't drill a hole in my skull no matter how many times I ask. Not even a tiny one.
And yet he says he loves you.
Steph L. - Apr 30, 2012 6:45:39 am PDT #12402 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
And yet he says he loves you.
That is -- verbatim -- what I say to him when he refuses to drill just a tiny hole to let out the sinus demons.
(Actually, I have a hilariously low pain threshold.)
(I mean, I still ask Tim to drill a hole in my skull to let the sinus demons out, but I am a pansy when it comes to pain.)
(I'm aware of the amusing irony of me saying that.)
ChiKat - Apr 30, 2012 7:14:07 am PDT #12403 of 30001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
{{Laura}} and {{Maria}} I'm glad no one is hurt, but it still sucks.
He won't drill a hole in my skull no matter how many times I ask. Not even a tiny one
I would love a tiny hole on each side of my face right now. My sinuses are throbbing. Speaking of which, how do I know when it has turned into sinus infection and I should go see the doc?