When my nephew was that age he would say there were monsters down the stairs and I would ask him if they were dancing.
Willow: Yikes. Imagine the things...Buffy: No! Stop imagining! All of you! Xander: Already got the visual.
'Dirty Girls'
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
aurelia - Feb 01, 2018 3:42:18 pm PST #3201 of 8216
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
SuziQ - Feb 01, 2018 4:38:18 pm PST #3202 of 8216
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Venting...
No, Mr. Private Investigator dude, you do not get to knock on my door to ask about an active insurance claim. No, I will not talk with you. No, I will not let you talk to my son. No, no, no. GTFAway.
I don't know why I'm so livid, but SERIOUSLY. This whole claim is ridiculous. I know what my insurance was going to offer back and it was very generous considering the situation. But fuck. GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT.
I have fired off an e-mail to my insurance company. Heck, even if they guy IS from my insurance, my claims gal would have let me know he was coming. And, sadly, I'm so glad Crowley didn't bark during the brief encounter with the dude. Not 5 minutes before, we had gotten our chinese food delivery and he barked really loud at the door bell.
SuziQ - Feb 01, 2018 4:53:32 pm PST #3203 of 8216
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
OH, OH, OH...and now you appear at my daughter's place? HELL NO.
Hil R. - Feb 01, 2018 8:21:28 pm PST #3204 of 8216
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
I've told her the dragons on the walls are there to protect her, and she has a ton of stuffed animals, but she's not big on them at the moment.
Give her a spray bottle of water and tell her that it's vampire repellant?
Atropa - Feb 01, 2018 9:53:00 pm PST #3205 of 8216
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
I was going to suggest the spray bottle, too. Add a few drops of lavender oil (or other scent), make a label that says "Monster Tamer", and tell her the spray will make ghosts, vampires, and other spooky things play nice and be friendly.
Or, you could show her a photo of me and tell her I'm in the ghost and vampire union, and I'll tell them to be nice to her. I have other friends who've done that with their kidlings. :)
sj - Feb 02, 2018 3:34:33 am PST #3206 of 8216
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Today it was a monster under the bed. Half the time she wants it to be there and gets mad if you say it's not, and half the time she seems scared. No water bottle. This kid is obsessed with water and splashing. It would be everywhere in seconds.
sj - Feb 02, 2018 3:37:24 am PST #3207 of 8216
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Jilli, I just showed her a picture of you and told her you said only nice monsters under the bed. And now she says you're Auntie Jilli.
WindSparrow - Feb 02, 2018 4:07:26 am PST #3208 of 8216
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Three cheers for Auntie Jilli the long distance monster tamer!
Too bad that mojo won't work on private dicks.
Connie Neil - Feb 02, 2018 5:52:03 am PST #3209 of 8216
brillig
When Hubby ran the game store, they got a giant display of a snarling D&D monster. A couple of people were afraid it would scare the kids, but the littlest ones kept running up to it laughing and going "Grrr!" We sold several of them to put in bedrooms because the kids knew it would keep the bad monsters away.
EpicTangent - Feb 02, 2018 11:45:59 am PST #3210 of 8216
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Love that, Connie!