I look at this corset [link] and think, "If Browncoats wore corsets, this would be the one Zoe would wear." I keep thinking I want to buy a cheap corset somewhere just to see if I actually like wearing them. And then I look at this and Want it.
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.
Ha! I knew exactly which corset you meant as soon as you said "the one Zoe would wear." And, yes, except she'd ditch the pocket watch for something more practical and deadly. Don't need to know exactly what time it is out in the black, but a little pocket like that could be right useful for other things.
Yes, that corset was clearly made with Zoe in mind!
I haven't made up my mind if it's a Derringer or a throwing knife she keeps in that pocket. Or both. Could it be both?
My plan was to get an egg and cheese sandwich on the way to the car dealership, but the way the GPS took me did not pass a Dunkin Donuts. I thought that was a statistical impossibility. So I'm having peanut butter crackers instead. I brought a book, but there is both a TV and a radio on, so there is zero chance I can concentrate.
Bonny, Joe was sitting on the beach in Rio one morning and a friends' dog walked up to him and peed on his shoulder.
Is it wrong that my first reaction was, "Smart dog."?
Plei, you are not wrong. A dog knows a dog when he sees one.
ah ha ha!
So, I'm following in Tep's shoes.
I am now on a 5-day course of antibiotics and I have a prescription cough medicine. I figure daily bloody noses and head congestion were a sign that what I have cannot be cured with Vick's.
Ryan has informed us that he's a butterfly today. A couple of days ago, in response to a Very Hungry Caterpillar reference, I pulled out Life in the Undergrowth and he watched a little caterpillar turn into a big fat caterpillar, then into a chrysalis, then a butterfly. (He watched another caterpillar turn into a wasp grub buffet, which he found less congenial.)
Last night he told us that he was a caterpillar, and his sleeping bag was his chrysalis. This morning we found a little butterfly boy (who, unfortunately, had wet his chrysalis). I think his childcare staff could be in for an interesting day today.