What a difference an hour makes; we've gone down to 90.
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.
Toilet training update: Ryan went the whole weekend without accidents! I believe he's bought into the whole concept. (His parents also met expectations.)
I think it was someone here (lilibeth?) who told the cute story about a friend's kid who thought that eventually you stopped having to go to the bathroom because adults don't talk about it anymore. don't know why BT's parens made me think of that.
I think it was someone here (lilibeth?) who told the cute story about a friend's kid who thought that eventually you stopped having to go to the bathroom because adults don't talk about it anymore. don't know why BT's parens made me think of that.
That was a great story. Mostly I just love stories with little kids in them.
Ryan is under no illusions on this score. He is aware that his parents use the toilet too (though occasionally he gets proprietary about us using his toilet).
I guess questioning him on his ownership by asking, "Have you peed on it?" would not help dissuade him.
I guess questioning him on his ownership by asking, "Have you peed on it?" would not help dissuade him.
"Single Ladies" just got much more disturbing.
I don't know any murderers, but the big brother of a schoolmate was a bank robber. He apparently such big criminal that there was a book written about him: [link]
Sorry the biggest criminal I've known personally did small time burglaries and sold fake vacation packages. The first time I had wind of this when the latter brought an angry mob to his door. He called the police to come arrest him before the mob broke his door down.
I did once live near someone who did debt collections for the mob. For all I know he could have committed murders at some point. When we moved our ex-landlord (with whom we remained on friendly terms) told us he stole lightbulbs from our empty apartment. So not a criminal mastermind. When it comes to personally knowing criminals I'm a real underachiever.
I know a guy who stabbed somebody, but he didn't kill him. He was my high school buddy who made life so much more bearable for me at the time; everybody totally stopped jacking around with me once he was my pal. The next week, my parents warned me that this new kid was in school who'd been kicked out of his school for knifing someone, and to watch out for him. And I was all, uhh, too late, we're friends, and this is his necklace I'm wearing.
Also, I'm sorry, because I think I sucked all your spoons up through the internets. There is just so much going on with the tour and fundraising and whatnot, but I am fucking getting shit done right now. I'm tired as all hell, but I am making it fucking happen, y'all.
Share the spoons. But tomorrow. I think I am going to bed. I've packed 30 boxes total. And Craigslist stupidity ate my brain.
I'm not sure I know murderers. I'd not be really shocked though. I should really know a better class of people, honestly.
We occasionally had people arrested out of class for, like, robbery, so it wouldn't shock me to find out a classmate was a murderer, but I haven't kept up with alumni enough to know.
30 boxes is a lot!
I would have to clean so much before I would let any of you into my house to clean, I cannot sign up for that plan. I would like ice cream and mac & cheese delivered, though.
Sleep well, I wish everyone more spoons tomorrow.