Right. Piano. Because that's what we used to kill that big demon that one time. No, wait. That was a rocket launcher.

Xander ,'Touched'


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.


Laura - May 22, 2013 8:09:47 am PDT #396 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.

The generator and A/C were easy fix, they believe the engine is ok too, they are on their way out again.

The retired couple ended up being an old dude with a very young and bitchy wife. I mean she barely said hello when introduced and I thought she was pouty miserable, then the broker, the mechanic, the mechanic's wife, and my husband all commented on what a bitch she was. Complaining about every little thing. Um, the boat is 7 years old lady. You are paying less than a third of the new price tag. No, we are not taking any more off.

I appreciate the crossed appendages. Oh please do not fail me now boat! They made the offer and paid the deposit originally from RI and had a well paid surveyor do the inspection before they flew down. My fervent wish is that this is the 10th boat they have looked at and Dude really wants to have it back to RI for the summer.


Sean K - May 22, 2013 8:19:46 am PDT #397 of 30002
You can't leave me to my own devices; my devices are Nap and Eat. -Zenkitty

Ugh. Late night/early morning puke sessions. Never eating at that restaurant again.


Laura - May 22, 2013 8:29:06 am PDT #398 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.

Oh, not good. Stomach~ease~ma headed your way.


sj - May 22, 2013 8:29:48 am PDT #399 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Laura, sorry about the bitchy wife.

I need to have more caffeine before volunteering at the library.


le nubian - May 22, 2013 8:31:56 am PDT #400 of 30002
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

The only thing that can explain my sinuses right now is that I think they're phoning home to the mothership. Mothership: please respond with appropriate codes.


sj - May 22, 2013 8:33:43 am PDT #401 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Ick, Sean. Poor you. I hope it wasn't a favorite restaurant.


beekaytee - May 22, 2013 8:36:03 am PDT #402 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant

Oh my goodness...emergency miracle ~ma coming your way, Laura. May it be so that this 'glitch' ends up being a funny story. Sell that boat, Universe. So say we all!!

Ugh. Sean. Peace to your guts.


beekaytee - May 22, 2013 8:41:50 am PDT #403 of 30002
Compassionately intolerant

In minor miracle news from this front...the coworker who has been such a raging jerk this past week called this morning to sincerely apologize.

He said that something else happened this morning that made him take a look at himself and to realize that he wasn't 'being' himself.

Thank God.

The owner of the company was stressing major. "I need my team to work!"

Now, we are going to dinner this evening and will just get past it.

Phew.


Laura - May 22, 2013 9:15:26 am PDT #404 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.

He said that something else happened this morning that made him take a look at himself and to realize that he wasn't 'being' himself.

Wow, I sense a positive disturbance in the force. Didn't see that one coming.

Perhaps bitchy wife will succumb to the charms of my husband and accept the awesome boat, or perhaps her husband will buy it anyway because he is used to her attitude.


Laura - May 22, 2013 9:32:30 am PDT #405 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.

Reason #948 I adore my husband: Bitch wife and DH are big ole bosom buddies now with her giving him her card and insisting we come visit their restaurant in RI and stuff. And the second sea outing went well, and the boat sold.

I swear that man gets along with everyone!