Awww. It IS just like her cowgirl cousin!
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Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
What are people doing this weekend?
Tomorrow, I am running errands and then getting my hair cut and then going to spend several hours in the basement of the Stanford medical library, then on Sunday I am going to a super early showing of Avengers while I wait for the library to open and then spending the rest of the day there.
Tonight, there may be some bourbon.
I'm going to New York! Briefly. And not seeing the Avengers yet.
Just like her cousin! Jesse the cowgirl.
Weekend: Date night We're going to First Friday on Abbot Kinney while kids get to hang at a friend's house. And Franny has a b-day party on Saturday. The rest of the weekend is more mundane, just the usual shopping, laundry, stretch class, grading, and a ball game Saturday.
Weekend: working the book tent at Jazzfest, having brunch on Sunday at a friend's house, and (I hope) seeing the Avengers on Sunday with StW
le n - too bad they didn't appreciate you before they essentially drove you out. Hope the next stage in your life journey is clean, fresh, and friendly from the start.
What are people doing this weekend?
AVENGERS. I will look basically like this: [link]
Tomorrow morning we take all 3 pets to the vet, then it's Free Comic Book Day, and tomorrow night is a friend's birthday dinner.
Sunday is the marathon -- I'm not running (HA HA HA), but Tim's brother is, so we're going down to cheer him on. And then S2 Sherlock premieres Sunday night on PBS.
This weekend we are making cuddly stuffed Banthas. Yes, we finally found the Star Wars craft book.
Stuffed Banthas! Cute!
This weekend I am doing projects around the house, getting my car washed, sitting with my folks, and going to see The Avengers on Sunday.
And filing. I should do some filing. Bah.
They were my favorite band. It's so weird and awful to be so broken-hearted about someone passing, who you never even knew.
Yes. I don't even.