Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Omnis, you can probably get one of those cold storage bags at the market, a bag of ice, and some sort of frozen snack.
I have one of those, and that's what I did. Half a bag of ice (they only sell 10# bags, and the bag just wasn't that big). Jello cups, and Klondike bars. The bag leaked a lil bit. Some. Ok, I'm guessing a fair amount, as there wasn't all that much water in it at the end of the night. But there was still some ice, which impressed me for an insulated shopping bag. We had the Klondike bars first (ya for dessert first!) and good thing. They were messy, but lots of yum all around. Others brought various cheeses, and berries, and grapes, and french bread. Lots of healthy yum, and good conversation. I took the spot on the blanket with the most obstructed view (figuring, heck, I've seen theater before, I usually listen more than anything), plus I was last to sit on the blankets. At one point GGG started to saddle over to sit next to me when other person got up to use the loo, but then GGG saw the view and was like "can you see there?" I demonstrated my lean left/lean right to see around the pole. Not thinking that might have been a GREAT entry to move down to her part of the blanket. :: kicks self :: End of the night, once again we were parked in different corners. Plus she was carrying cooler-with-no-wheels with carpool buddy. They were trying to walk slow to keep pace with me, but I said, "go ahead, before your arms fall off". CPB said ok nice to meet you, and picked up the pace, and GGG looked over her shoulder and said "call you soon!". Voila. Fini.
Still have headache. But had a nice time.
I present my Girl Story of the Day.
Still have headache. But had a nice time.
Yay! Looks like your whole life is a Girl Story of the Day recently.
Yay! Looks like your whole life is a Girl Story of the Day recently.
Ya, and never a chance to snog. But hey, continued interactions is progress. Good things come to those who wait, right? Plus, I'm meeting some cool people, so hopefully my introverted shell will crack a little more.
orange sections soaked in Kahlua.
I've used this dish as my go-to potluck option for about 10 years. People love it...think you are Julia Child...and it takes almost zero effort. Highly recommended.
omnis, your GGG stories are more fun than TV right now. When is GGG s1 ep4?
Cat-sitting is trickier than I thought it would be, given that my only pet experience is hamsters (although my current hamster is four years old, so I can't be bad). I have no grip at the moment, so there's almost more cat food on the floor than in the bowls. And I think I'm giving them too much food. They're also not being very friendly yet. I'm hoping that tonight's feeding will be enough meals to persuade them I'm OK, and lead to some sitting on my lap.
There must be work today, or my supervisor will be less than impressed on Wednesday at my two weeks of utter and total bloody laziness.
omnis, your GGG stories are more fun than TV right now. When is GGG s1 ep4?
Glad to be entertaining. Let's hope it follows USA TV model & not UK. i.e. Not predetermined finite show count, but open ended, and each episode ends happily.
I don't know if Aims has mentioned it here, but The Stupidest Dog in the World has a slipped disc in his back and as a result is on prednisone and forced bedrest.
How do you force a beagle to bedrest? You lock him in the spare bedroom with the mattress on the floor and as many comforts (e.g. blankets, pillows, food and water) as you can give him.
This worked for about two and a half minutes.
Well, actually, he's been pretty good. But this morning...well, if you will raise your eyes slightly and note the posting time, you may see where I'm headed.
He was barking and...not exactly howling, but kind of
moaning
...so I get up to see what's up. He's had an accident (which, you know...happens. I'm not mad, I don't yell, though I did grumble a bit under my breath). I clean it up, let him out and now I'm awake. So, coffee is brewing, and I'm in the spare bedroom with pathetically grateful Ollie who is, I think, suffering the
SPACE! MADNESS!
without the actual "outer space".
I feel bad for him. He's a social mutt, though lacking in the graces, and it's hard for him to not be immediately available to any social interaction. So I will hang with him a bit this morning and let him know he is well loved.
Despite the fact that it is
5:40 in the fucking morning!
This is my devotion to my pets.
What a surprise. Nobody has responded to my post in half an hour or so. Is it because they hate me? Am I boring?
NO. (Don't anybody start, I'll gut yas). It's because it's
10 after 6 in the morning!
And, I'll tell ya, The World's Most Unintelligent Canine is, unsurprisingly, a really shitty conversationalist.
So. Here I am.
Posting to myself.
Which is...unusual.
I should probably go back to reading the Internet. You know. Instead of...posting. To myself.
Oh my God.
I have...the
SPACE! MADNESS!!!
...
I need more coffee.
I'm here! (I'm British. It's 11.10am here. That will be the reason I'm not in bed. Not that I wouldn't prefer to be in bed, you understand. But I'm supposed to be writing what is fast becoming The Dissertation From Hell. Must ring people today and persuade them they want to participate in my study, for absolutely no reward, at a time of year when they are very busy. That's going well so far.)
Um. Yes. I'm here.
...oh, ice cream bar...you have the same interests I do. Boiled football leather! Dog breath!
Wh-what's that? Who's there?
Oh! Hi. Um. Hey. Nice to make your, uh, your acquaintance. Excellent.
Please, have a seat. Don't mind the green stuff it's only Jell-O.
I'll, uh, go put on some pants, shall I? Back in a sec.
Want some coffee?
