Ok, I wasn't finished bitching. And I have been working all day and never got my mimosas and don't intend to open a bottle of champagne be myself. Particularly when the celebratory mood has long passed.
Could just be a hoax, though. I fake some headaches, everyone gets used to poor helpless Spike. Then one day, no warning, I snap a spine, bend a head back, drain 'em dry. Brilliant.
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Laura - May 13, 2012 10:23:15 am PDT #13156 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Vortex - May 13, 2012 10:25:27 am PDT #13157 of 30001
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Ugh, sorry Laura. Maybe DH or son can wait for the friend? it' s Mother's Day after all.
My mom loved her flowers (delivered today!), and she got the best mother's day present -- the waiter thought that she was my brother's sister.
eta: Laura, if you don't feel like celebrating, then don't, but don't let anything else stop you from opening the champagne. You deserve it, dammit!
Laura - May 13, 2012 10:29:20 am PDT #13158 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
Oh yeah, Bobby will wait for all of them since I can't stand anyway and it will take me a bit to walk to the destination.
Poopyheads!
DavidS - May 13, 2012 10:30:05 am PDT #13159 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I'm sorry, Laura!
If you were here I'd make you waffles and pour you mimosas and pet your hair and tell you how pretty and awesome you were!
Laura - May 13, 2012 10:31:37 am PDT #13160 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
I'll have some wine when I get home and save the champagne for another time. DH and I are going out of town tomorrow and will be staying at a nice Inn on the Gulf so maybe I'll pack it up cold and take it with me. He doesn't drink, but I am used to drinking alone with him.
eta: thank you David!
Laura - May 13, 2012 10:46:40 am PDT #13161 of 30001
Our wings are not tired.
DH has arrived with son after breaking a few land speed records. He is taking a 30 second shower and I am making my way to the car. Later all...
meara - May 13, 2012 11:27:11 am PDT #13162 of 30001
aura, if you don't feel like celebrating, then don't, but don't let anything else stop you from opening the champagne. You deserve it, dammit!
I was all this--"OMG you can't not drink the champagne! Hell, more for you!"
I hope the quick shower and son ended up nice, and maybe you got a chance to just leave the friend's ticket at will-call.
I went to the farmer's market with the roomie, and had a yummy biscuit (with bacon, cheese, and caramelized onions in it), and then we went to Value Village (sadly, none of the cute dresses fit her) and now home. It's a gorgeous day out, and I think I'm going to do some catching up on internets, and then do some sewing. Yay.
Polter-Cow - May 13, 2012 11:27:30 am PDT #13163 of 30001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
It's just not Mother's Day without your mom telling you how much happier you would be if she were eaten by a lion because then she would stop bugging you all the time.
Connie Neil - May 13, 2012 11:29:02 am PDT #13164 of 30001
brillig
A more evil you would say, "I was hoping for a tiger, for the most satisfaction, actually. Could you manage a puma, do you think?"
You deserve a mother who hugs you and says you're wonderful and that she's proud of you.
smonster - May 13, 2012 11:41:52 am PDT #13165 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Oh, Polter-Mom. Why so wacky?
I napped, and then I walked the dog, and now I need to GTFO of the house and go sit at a coffee place and do work for a couple of hours (because if I stay here I won't do shit). And yet, I dither. Which coffee shop? Do I pay cash or use my debit card? Why am I still so effing sleepy? Do I get decaf or half-caf? Walk or bike?
Sometimes my brain is an exhausting place, y'all.