Plus the ones I've seen recently are like monkeys or cats and the leash is the tail. Adorbs!
Psa: Costco runs at times like this may result in $100 worth of starchy comfort food and a case of wine.
Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do?
Anya ,'Storyteller'
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.
brenda m - Dec 08, 2015 2:22:31 pm PST #22652 of 30002
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
askye - Dec 08, 2015 2:39:37 pm PST #22653 of 30002
Thrive to spite them
The only come back I can think of is "rude much" .
I went to go get seafood. I paid too much bit don't care. When I came back I parked in the back and got out of my car and heard scrabbling on the deck and steps so I froze until I heard it move a way. Got in my car and drove to the front and got inside.
I'm sure it was a racoon but there have been bears spotted here. At one point I thought about walking down to the beach and Star gazing...I've seen a shooting star before... but maybe not tonight.
erikaj - Dec 08, 2015 2:55:03 pm PST #22654 of 30002
Always Anti-fascist!
I know I would say the kind of thing that would lead to me chatting with Action News and/or law enforcement...probably best I'm not gonna breed.ETA: ESpecially since I'd be like "While you're here, I've got some questions, too."
beekaytee - Dec 08, 2015 3:00:18 pm PST #22655 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant
The backpack/harness leash is a lifesaver around here where drivers are nuts and road rules are merely guidelines.
Much preferred over the actual wrist leash, which just makes me sad for all the reasons Beverly cited.
I see lots of wagons too. Very useful.
This sounds like a job for the silent, withering glare.
Love. This.
One of the most competent, safe, take charge, down to earth, you-want-to-be-her-minion people I ever met was raised by both parents in wheelchairs.
Kids adapt.
Laura - Dec 08, 2015 3:14:36 pm PST #22656 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
Kids adapt.
Exactly! And everyone's opinions except you and TCG simply do not matter.
Aims - Dec 08, 2015 3:57:55 pm PST #22657 of 30002
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Hey, y'all.
I know I've not been here in pixels often over the past couple of years, but I have been here in heart. And I know I really have no ... right, for lack of a better, to be bossy and declarative.
However.
I hereby make the Empirical Decree "No One Else". No-the-fuck-one else. Goddammit. And, as I told Cash, I'm doing a shot of Jack to seal it and make it so.
So ... just ... stay. Please.
(Shit hit me whilst Buff-Diving tonight.)
Kate P. - Dec 08, 2015 4:39:15 pm PST #22658 of 30002
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
Co-signed, Aims. *hugs*
DavidS - Dec 08, 2015 4:57:04 pm PST #22659 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
And, as I told Cash, I'm doing a shot of Jack to seal it and make it so.
SA and I were chatting last night and she went to drink some whiskey in honor of Ginger and I suggested that would be even better with her tiara on. So she did.
I think we might need a Whiskey and Tiara toast to Ginger this week.
quester - Dec 08, 2015 5:01:17 pm PST #22660 of 30002
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
Thirded Aims.
I was a leash kid. My next younger sister is only 11 mos younger than me. In fact, from the 6th until the 28th we are the same age. Anyway, I was the kind of kid who started running the second I was on 2 feet. So, I got leashed for my own protection. that was 59 years ago.
Zenkitty - Dec 08, 2015 5:16:08 pm PST #22661 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Now to come up with a proper snarky response for the other thing.
I swear, at least once, I would look at the leash, look at the kid, shriek a little, and cry, "Where'd my dog go?"
Co-signed, Aims. *hugs*
Yeah.
I just had a crying meltdown on the phone with my BFF. I never do that. I'm exhausted now. All the stuff that needs to get done tomorrow may have to do itself.