Oh dear, sj. I will be sending calming vibes for sure.
Well, look at you. All dressed up in big sister's clothes.
Faith ,'End of Days'
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.
Laura - May 21, 2021 8:58:43 am PDT #7647 of 8185
Our wings are not tired.
sj - May 21, 2021 9:48:41 am PDT #7648 of 8185
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Maybe it's time she discovered cocktails.
Heh. That's what ice cream is for. Although she does love her Shirley Temples.
JenP - May 21, 2021 7:24:32 pm PDT #7649 of 8185
I loved a Shirley Temple when I was a kid. Probably still would, honestly.
Toddson - May 24, 2021 8:44:39 am PDT #7650 of 8185
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
My sister once astounded a NYC bartender by downing seven (!) Shirley Temples.
Laura - May 24, 2021 9:03:49 am PDT #7651 of 8185
Our wings are not tired.
Yikes, I would go into a sugar coma.
Toddson - May 24, 2021 10:44:38 am PDT #7652 of 8185
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
ah, she's made of stronger stuff (and, for what it's worth, they were fairly small if I remember correctly, but still ...)
Toddson - Jun 03, 2021 10:24:42 am PDT #7653 of 8185
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
ah ... when politics gets, um, interesting
Beverly - Jun 03, 2021 4:05:43 pm PDT #7654 of 8185
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
That's...bizarre, Toddson.
Toddson - Jun 15, 2021 2:05:29 pm PDT #7655 of 8185
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
and ... just an ordinary Canadian town ... right?
EpicTangent - Jun 16, 2021 9:14:04 am PDT #7656 of 8185
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
So, I have a 10:15 flight on Friday morning. My dad is giving me a ride to the airport. When I asked him, I wasn't 100% sure of times, but I said I was pretty sure 8:30 would be good and I would confirm. A couple of days ago when I got a confirmation email from the airline, I forwarded it to Dad so he'd have times & flight numbers, etc., and confirmed that 8:30 is when I'd like to be picked up (figure an 8:30 pickup, 25-30 minutes to the airport, gets me there by 9:00, so an hour and change ahead of the [domestic] flight, so that should be fine). Last night I see that I've got an answer, from my dad's email but clearly written by his wife, that they'll be picking me up at 8:00 because my dad's concerned about traffic. So now I'm annoyed - I already did the airport math, I don't appreciate you deciding that you know better than me, but whatever, not worth the fight; I'll deal. But then the email is closed with, "Be sure you're ready on time." I'll be 50 freaking years old on Monday, could we maybe consider not talking to me like a recalcitrant teenager??!!!!!!111!! I mean, yes, I struggle with lateness, but I think you don't get to give me a hard time about lateness if you independently decide to be a half hour early (and what's really great is he'll probably show up earlier than that, so even if I'm on time I'll be late)!
But because he's doing me a favor, I can't answer the email the way I'd really like to, so you guys get to hear about it. Thus endeth the rant.
And on another note: I'm going to Baltimore on Friday!!!!!11!!!!1!