You can escape to my house if you want, ita. Although that's not so much escaping the day as throwing yourself into it.
Spike: At least give me Wesley's office since he's gone. Angel: He's not gone. He's on a leave of absence. Spike: Yeah, right. Boo-hoo. Thought he killed his bloody father. Try staking your mother when she's coming on to you! Harmony: Well…that explains a lot.
'Destiny'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Burrell - Nov 28, 2013 12:14:04 pm PST #13177 of 30000
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
Consuela - Nov 28, 2013 12:24:57 pm PST #13178 of 30000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Yikes, Jessica! So glad everyone is okay.
We are in good shape here, table set, bird in oven, potatoes peeled, prosecco poured. Just waiting for the guests to arrive.
The St. Bernard will make a big impression, I suspect, before he's locked away in the garage for the benefit of the allergic.
Many thanks to and for all the Buffistas
flea - Nov 28, 2013 12:31:24 pm PST #13179 of 30000
information libertarian
My 13 year old nephew has a girlfriend. Her name is Bryten, pronounced Brighton. I did not flinch at all!
Kat - Nov 28, 2013 12:47:39 pm PST #13180 of 30000
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Thanksgiving breakfast ended (green chile egg bake, french toast, spanish tortilla from Lori and Lina, 5 bottles of Prosecco) and we now are making Thanksgiving dinner for fewer people. Nice and mellow.
Liese S. - Nov 28, 2013 12:51:47 pm PST #13181 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Bird is stuffed and in the roaster. Brussels sprouts and tomatoes are marinating. Cranberry sauce is chilling. Need to hear the butternut squash soup, but that won't happen until the turkey is resting. Our from the local bakery, so all that's left now is cookies of doom!
Consuela - Nov 28, 2013 12:53:23 pm PST #13182 of 30000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
And the big dog knocked over the five year old. Woops.
Beverly - Nov 28, 2013 12:54:46 pm PST #13183 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Jess, so scary! I'm glad and grateful you're all all right.
The neighbors had attendees cancel on them, and have asked us over "between games" to help them consume wine and dessert. We shall take the pumpkin pie with us to share.
Zenkitty - Nov 28, 2013 12:55:09 pm PST #13184 of 30000
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Stuffed and drunk, waiting for pie.
Connie Neil - Nov 28, 2013 1:01:36 pm PST #13185 of 30000
brillig
The line at the buffet went around the corner, so we went to our favorite diner, where the manager is an old friend and the wait staff has seen us all the time. It wasn't insanely busy, so they could stop by and chat occasionally, and the TV was on in the corner, and everybody got what they wanted. Not a Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving, but the pie was insanely good. Home for naps. Though Hubby dumped us off to go visit his father's grave. Not sure why he wanted to go alone, but he died this time of year and Hubby can do things on his own.
Dana - Nov 28, 2013 1:13:23 pm PST #13186 of 30000
I haven't trusted science since I saw the film "Flubber."
Cancel the alarms! There was pie at the dinner.