Seems like everyone's got a tale to tell.

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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.


Zenkitty - Oct 26, 2015 3:22:18 pm PDT #22202 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.

He says that he didn't cheat, but there was writing on his desk, and he "might have" copied some of that.

"I'm not a cheater! I'm just an idiot who copies random shit onto a test!"

See I lost 30 lbs, I bought new pants, I got rid of the old pants, I ganed bakc the 30 lbs plus some.

I'm grouchy with myself for having given away a favorite sweater when I lost weight. Now I've gained the weight back and I want my sweater back. I'm never giving away an item of clothing I like again, regardless of the size. Dang it.


Burrell - Oct 26, 2015 3:28:18 pm PDT #22203 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

That kid does realize you don't need his admission that he cheated to fail him for cheating, right? Ugh.


Hil R. - Oct 26, 2015 4:11:11 pm PDT #22204 of 30002
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I'm trying to remember who was sitting in his seat before him -- I gave the same quiz to two classes in a row, in the same classroom.


sj - Oct 27, 2015 12:38:54 pm PDT #22205 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

I took ltc to the pediatrician today. I was worried that she had caught TCG's stomach bug because she was spitting up more than normal and was very unhappy. The doctor seemed to think she was fine, but told me I could give her some pedialyte if she seemed to be getting dehydrated. Then we went to the farmer's market, because she actually sleeps better when being pushed around in the stroller or driving in the car. It was the last day for the Farmer's Market. I feel like I missed most of Summer and Autumn in a fog of pregnancy and new parenthood.


askye - Oct 27, 2015 1:03:22 pm PDT #22206 of 30002
Thrive to spite them

I went in and did my exit survey. My official last day is Nov 1, not that I've gone in. I just need to go and stock up on batteries and things that are small and I know I can get cheap with my employee discount. Also trade out my headset again, this one is starting to hiss. i have the worst luck.


sj - Oct 28, 2015 4:40:40 am PDT #22207 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

askye, best of luck with everything.

I believe if ltc could speak, she would tell me I am the worst mother ever. I have to use a nasal spray and one of those bulb shaped nasal aspirators on her, and she hates them both so very much.


DavidS - Oct 28, 2015 4:58:01 am PDT #22208 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

I believe if ltc could speak, she would tell me I am the worst mother ever. I have to use a nasal spray and one of those bulb shaped nasal aspirators on her, and she hates them both so very much.

Awww, I remember when Baby Lillian would reach across in sympathy and block the nasal aspirator from other babies at the daycare.


sj - Oct 28, 2015 5:15:39 am PDT #22209 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Awww, I remember when Baby Lillian would reach across in sympathy and block the nasal aspirator from other babies at the daycare.

That's adorable.


SuziQ - Oct 28, 2015 5:24:46 am PDT #22210 of 30002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

I had a dream last night that I got to visit sj and ltc. It was a very sweet way to wake up.


Calli - Oct 28, 2015 6:05:16 am PDT #22211 of 30002
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Awww. Poor ltc.

I dreamed last night that I was hanging out in a garden with my mom. It was remarkably non-acrimonious. Except for the part where there were two-foot long fire ants. We were commenting on whether we should put saddles on them and let my sister's Pomeranian try to ride them. Then we had to stop my cat from attempting to stalk them. It wasn't unpleasant or scary when I was actually in the dream. Just weird. Kinda nice hanging with mom again, though.