I spent a while today chatting with my new coworker and his wife, and his wife and I geeked out over various TV shows and stuff, and they might come with me to the Comic Expo one of the days this weekend, so that could be fun.
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.
I want to know what will happen with the awesome socks.
That does sound fun, Hil.
Steph, I love that people in your neighborhood are not shy about that kind of thing.
I wish the person had said what would happen with the awesome socks. Tim works a block away from the person who requested the socks, and when I read the post to him, he disappeared in the office (where his bureau is) and emerged with 2 mismatched wool socks. He may be the first donor.
My first guess was that the socks would become a quilt.
Or a bunch of awesomely clothed free house elves.
Thank you, WS! I needed that.
I also wish to know what will become of the socks.
Sleep well, Ryan, and heal fast. There are too many wonderful things to do and discover for you to linger long in bed. And may the lack of bad tonsils make everything feel a lot better.
Super quick healing ~ma for Ryan.
I'm going with an army of sock puppets.
Healing~ma to Ryan.
Maybe the sock collector will be making a rag rug.