'Lies My Parents Told Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I....Okay, I'm feeling stupid, but Aims is the Empress, yes? Only - with a new name? Or has the new name been there for ages and I never saw? Or, or what? OMG! Is this a parallel world? Or a virtual reality game? Because it's not like there's any lack of Amys (Amies?) here in Buffistaland. We are far from Aimless. We are, indeed, well and truly Aimed.
head explodes
Aims = Aimee = Empress Starborn, yes.
I just hope the bruise is gone by this weekend or it will be in ALL THE PASSOVER PICTURES.
Yep, that Aims is the Empress that we used to call Aims even when it wasn't her name.
And if all those others had just renamed themselves Mildred or Ethel or something we wouldn't have this problem. It worked with the Davids!
No, no, I know we used to call her Aims (and I recall the origins of the title Empress, and know that Mrs Joe can take of her knickers without remover her PJ bottoms, and I know what day it is, and that I have a brother called Nathan Petrelli and superpowers and...no, hang on) but - when did the namechange thing happen?
(amych, I must confess I always think of your nom de guerre as 'amitch' in my head. And Askye as 'ask ye'.)
...not that askye is an amy, obviously. But...yeah, actually I didn't have a point. Um. Did I mention that I'm making peanutbutter-chocolate fudge right now? Um. Oooh, something shiny!
And if all those others had just renamed themselves Mildred or Ethel or something we wouldn't have this problem. It worked with the Davids!
It's like the Dr Seuss poem!
Did I ever tell you of Buffistas.org
Who had twenty-three posters all name named Any or Dave(id)?
Hm, doesn't scan as well as the original.
In meatspace, people call me Aims, too. Just to be confusing.
Jessica, that's the worst. Poor noodle! But it happens, believe me. And it will most likely happen again. Remind me to tell you the awesome story about Ben cracking his head open on the coffee table at three (the blood! good gods) and the ER doctor who wanted to know why he was jumping on the couch.
Um, because he's THREE? And we forgot to let him play in traffic that day?
The truly best, though, was him at eighteen months catapulting himself into the chair by (ground-floor) window in the office to see the garbage trucks. And promptly going right through the screen, into the bushes, in nothing but diaper and onesie. ::nods::
I want to let you all know that I made a serious effort to get my taxes done this weekend, but the stupid mmmmfmfffdfmsmf tax software didn't have anyplace for me to enter one state's income, and the software that I used last year, which let me do part-year resident returns with no problem, now wants to charge me thirty dollars per state!
Needed to let off the steam there. Will have to figure something out tonight, though the paper return for VA looks even more confusing!
My older brother launched himself out of the cot and into a concussion and subsequent hospital trip as our mother was trying to watch the Moon landing. One giant leap indeed.
amych, I must confess I always think of your nom de guerre as 'amitch' in my head.
Heh. The other day, I tried to explain to The Boy about Buffista Conversation #823, In Which We Discuss Phonetic Pronunciation Of Board Names.
He pretty much just gave me the "That's nice, crazy lady" look.