I haven't met Em or Aims in person. That really needs to be fixed at some point.
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.
I have...it was fun, but it's been too long. Also, we should meet, sj!
I remember holding her in the hospital when Meara and I came to visit.
If my dad turns up dead, I was with y'all, right? My god, even when he helps me out, he makes me want to die.
That's awesome, askye.
Burrell... Are they expired? Cause I will totally eat them if not. I just figured you never got around to buying them!
Happy birthday, Emeline! I still love telling the story from the SF f2f of me swearing after stabbing myself with a safety pin while putting on my belly dance costume, only to hear a small voice echo "oh, shit!" and remember Emeline was there. Aims just shrugged at my apology and said, "She didn't learn it from you."
If my dad turns up dead, I was with y'all, right? My god, even when he helps me out, he makes me want to die.
erika, I don't have a tenth of the issues with my dad that you do with yours, and he can be so annoying when he's helpful or when he's "helpful." And yes, you were here with me, pass me that paint brush?
Happy Birthday Emeline!
Cool, thanks. I'm getting a percentage of his Social Security when he retires. Which, you'd think would be good news, right? Not by the time he finishes with it...
Happy Birthday Emeline!
In random cat news: I hadn't planned on washing my hair this morning, but when I got up in the middle of the night to use the loo the cats snuck into my bedroom and Malachi spent most of the morning attempting to groom me (I think, either that or he wanted to eat my hair) so I woke up with a hairline stinking of catspit. Ick!
My god, even when he helps me out, he makes me want to die.
Ugh. As Shel Silverstein once observed, "Some kind of help is the kind of help we can all do without."