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[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.
Mr Peabody tries to make sure I go first, he goes second and Lazarus goes last.
Why do I find that funny? Especially with an ouchy rib, it should not be funny. Can't stop grinning at it. Hil, sorry your ribs are ouchy.
Headache still mostly gone. Yay!
I'm nodding too, jealous of the fencing watching. Tired like whoa from a "quick" run to the corner store for groceries for the next few days so Greg doesn't have to take the bus to get them tomorrow.
I think there was more, but I forgot it.
Yeah, that's probably a good hierarchy. Seabiscuit believes the through-the-door hierarchy goes, Dave, Seabiscuit, me. It's possible this is because I still say, "Excuse me" to the dog. It's not my fault! I was raised to be polite!
Why do I find that funny?
It is funny, although we sometimes come to a dead halt in the narrow hall.
I say "excuse me" to the dog. Sometimes I absentmindedly say "excuse me" to furniture.
Good luck with the house-search, sj! I remember from last year how tiring it is, but we've loved having our own place. Especially since it meant we could get the kitties.
Thank you, Seska.
{{{Pix}}} I'm so sorry about Byron.
My thoughts are with you and Byron, Pix. What a wonderful gift to each other you both have been.
Bless your heart, Pix. Thank you for giving Byron such a great life and for doing right by him even when it hurts. Soothing transition ~ma to the House of Design and all who dwell there.
I'm so sorry you're losing Byron, Pix.
a constant swirl of dogs around my feet
I'm sure this is annoying as all get-out, but it's a delightful image!
I'm very sorry about Byron, Pix. He was a good cat.
Aw, Pix. I am very sad for you right now.
Matt, I am so sorry about your mom. Lots of -ma to you and your family now.
I'm sorry, Pix. He had a long and loved life.