Oh dear, sj. I will be sending calming vibes for sure.
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.
Maybe it's time she discovered cocktails.
Heh. That's what ice cream is for. Although she does love her Shirley Temples.
I loved a Shirley Temple when I was a kid. Probably still would, honestly.
My sister once astounded a NYC bartender by downing seven (!) Shirley Temples.
Yikes, I would go into a sugar coma.
ah, she's made of stronger stuff (and, for what it's worth, they were fairly small if I remember correctly, but still ...)
ah ... when politics gets, um, interesting
and ... just an ordinary Canadian town ... right?
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!