The internet is spookily quiet. And just when I'm stuck in bed and need entertaining, too. Bad internet.
Cordelia ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
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.
I'm at a restaurant eating eggs benedict.
Nummy!
I'm at a restaurant eating eggs benedict.
I am a fan of eggs benedict. I wonder if I can parlay them into a breakfast plan of some description.
They forgot my fruit cup!
(stay tuned, to see how this drama plays out....)
Yay! Fruit cup is here, as well as whole-wheat toast.
Eggs benedict and fruit cup. I am envious.
I'm hungry.
What Barb said.
I think it's almost time for dinner. Just one more article to read until I'll get to it.
Semi-gronklies. Atlanta-host has been plagued by nightmares of being pursued through the streets of Atlanta by a very high-tech assassin who kills HUNDREDS of people while trying to kill him (my host). 4 nights of this. He didn't tell me until today. I just had nice dreams of pleasant times at the waterpark and last night out at a birthday party.
Am now watching History channel while slowly prepping for a day of boardgames. I will be certain to regale the collective with stories of our BSG game here. It will cause merriment and much interest in the boardgame. Your evil will be spread further.
I need fortitude. My pain in the ass SiL is coming over-- the family is visiting from Pensacola, so it's not like I can avoid her. Kind of a polar opposite to me in so may ways with the added fun of being a whackjob of the Not Fun variety.
I have to make nice because it pleases my MiL, whom I love, although she has such rose-colored hopes that everyone get along. She doesn't grok that it's okay to not get along with everyone.