I'm normally all about cake. I mean, it's caaaaaaaake! But I'm not having a sweet tooth lately, so I'm forgoing cake tonight. And there will always be cake in the future.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
Happy Birthday, Steph! And a good birthday treat doesn't have to be cake.
It's your birthday. I decree that you can have breakfast or tacos or breakfast tacos at noon or any damn time you want it.
Happy Birthday, Teppy! Enjoy your birthday tacos!
Happy birthday, Steph! Tacos, baby!
Happy Teppy Day of Birth!
Happy Teppy Day! I love both cake and tacos. Not usually together, but it could happen, I guess. It is a truth, maybe not universally acknowledged, that the family member with the most "special plans!1" gets the most out of joint if you don't go along. groan. But, of course, right now I'm feeling very much like we'd be better served getting kicked out of the box like puppies.
Happy Birthday Steph!
You are being totally reasonable. Once it gets to a certain level, unless there are cabana boys and personal masseuses, I find a hotel is a hotel is a hotel, especially when you are only there for a short time.
Someday I would like to stay in one of those crazy-fancy ones.
Crazy-fancy hotels are a nice treat, but you probably want to be there for more than one night. Rushing in and out of a fancy hotel is just wasteful, imo.