She gets into town on Friday, and we're going to watch The West Wing and eat leftover turkey chili and then go get phosphate floats for dessert. So I have no exact time for you! 8ish?
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.
As the two of you huddle together in fear.
I see P-C and P-G (Phosphate Girl, she needs a name) more as superheros who will fight crime. And interpretive dance. Together.
Phosphate never looks like it is spelled correctly. Even when it is.
Possibly with some interpretative jazz dance.Will there be Jazz Hands?? That's like clapping for the deaf! So, it would only enhance your image, because, it will be like you are the object of applause!
(that to say, congrats! Good job!)
Perfect, Sunil. That sounds perfectly cromulent.
So that happened.
Shiny!
Good morning, Andi.
Hey, Laura. You are up bright and early. This is me, getting up in the middle of the night despite taking melatonin and catnip.
Yeah, I gave up at 5 and got up. I'm usually up at 6 something anyway. #1 son drama on my mind. Have I mentioned that being a parent sucks?
I hope you are able to get some more rest. Dawn is happening here so I am going to get some work done.
I woke up at 4. I hate you, 4 a.m.
I am not so fond of the 4am either. I can remember when I liked the 4am back centuries ago when it was the getting home time. Now not so much. Now 4am is the not enough time left to have a chance of getting any decent sleep for the night time.
"What would you say if I wanted the phosphate thing to be...a date?"
Right on!
It won't be awkward or embarrassing in the least, I assure you and will only enhance the intimacy of the "date."
Throwing things and yelling at the person who shows up to harass you while on a date is guaranteed to bring two people closer together.