Omg. When on understaffed hell project, the last thing I want to see is my coworker updating her resume....ack.
Mal ,'Ariel'
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.
So I thought my green peeps here would be interested to know that this year my crazy Christian festival recycled more than they threw away!
WOO HOO!! That is totally fabulous.
Having a glass of wine and gonna order food with neighborfriends.
Good news! The kittens have a home! One of R's coworkers is going to adopt them. Thank god, because I just did not need to have two more animals to deal with, and I sure as shit can't afford them. Cute little buggers. I'm sure their names will change again, but farewell, little Mickle and Musket.
Yay for Kitty adoptions! We just saw on facebook that one of the laspca cats fostered by our vet (Daisy Duke, awwwwww) got adopted too. Happy day for cats and forever homes in New Orleans!
{Karl} {Maria} Much love and ~ma to you and your families.
Still on vacation, having a lovely time of napping, drinking beer, reading, and jumping in the Gulf. Only internet is on phones, which is OK because I can stay connected enough so I don't panic from withdrawal but it's kept to a minimum. Mostly for checking in on my beers on Untappd, and like local knowledge and directions.
Also my Bitches!
Nora! Did you see this on Drue's page? That awesome Irish pub now has poboys - [link]
And yay Daisy Duke getting a home!
I'm happy Mickle and Musket have a perma-home now. It was very nice of you to keep them until that could happen.
Found two used cars that I like. One's in New Hampshire, one's in New York. Ugh, 2 hour drive and in opposite directions.
Yay, kittens!
Boo, distant cars!
Holy crap, I've been following the killer poboy guy on twitter, didn't know he was set up anywhere! Yum, gonna check that out soon.
Sometimes I have no idea what goes on in my little dog's head. Normally when I come home and open the door that keeps him in one half of the house, he puts his paws on my knee a couple of times, apparently to make sure I'm me, and then he might want to go out. This time, he ran right by me to the living room, where I found him with a chew toy and a guilty look on his face. Was he lying there while I was gone, jonesing for a particular rawhide bone? Was he afraid someone had gotten into his secret toy stash in the living room?
There are whispy clouds tonight. I think I'm going to see a pretty sunset from my new porch tonight!!