-t, I'm so sorry for the sick, but I marvel at your timing.
Liese, wishing you, Dave, and the Biscuit all good things going forward.
msbelle, I hope you're feeling better, and I'm sorry your relaxing day turned out so badly.
Gud, I also marvel at your industry over the weekend, and share the Buffista view that it's not your fault that you didn't (don't) read your wife's mind. Communication goes both ways, and she's obligated to do her part.
Sends good-dreams vibes to all Buffistas, along with bad dreams begone vibes.
I'm glad you get some relaxing time, Sheryl.
I read about people's dreams here and, well, I almost never remember my dreams. I assume I DO dream - once in a while I'll wake up in the middle of one and know what it was - but mostly I don't. So imagine how confused I was when I woke up Saturday with crystal clear memories of what I'd dreamed ... until I realized that what I remembered was the plot of the book I was reading before I went to sleep.
I was hoping post nap would be better, but ltc is just not listening today.
oh, I saw this earlier. It's a podcast called Knit 1, Geek 2 ... seemed relevant to the interests of some of the Buffistas.
Today's discovery, thanks to on-demand programming, is that Say Yes to the Dress has a theme song now.
One half of this lesbian couple wants a one-piece wedding outfit. I am waiting to see if this means a jumpsuit, a romper, or...something else.
Oh, god, one-piece bride just said they're getting married in Cabo, New Mexico.
Cabo New Mexico? Is...that a place? Sigh. Sadly my people are not immune to stupidity. Though I generally figure agreeing to be on Say Yes is evidence enough of that.
Laura that sounds frustrating--I hate when dreams stick with me.
Liese, best of luck. :(
Oh, god, one-piece bride just said they're getting married in Cabo, New Mexico.
"I wouldn't say it was 'new', Bob."
One half of this lesbian couple wants a one-piece wedding outfit. I am waiting to see if this means a jumpsuit, a romper, or...something else.
I kind of loved her, bless her heart.
Dear lord, the off-key singing of "It's the final countdown!" as the clock closes in on five is threatening to become a tradition.