Willow ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
OMG, Emeline kills me! Liv doesn't even try the schemes--she just yells at me "CHOCOLATE NOW PLEASE!"
It's the please that gets me.
Needless to say, when they can reach the cabinet over the fridge, I'm right fucked. I'll need to find a new place for the chocolate and tequila.
She thinks plutonium is a pretty glowing rock that she can put in a princess tiara!
How else do you smuggle it out of places?
She's 4 1/2, omnis! She doesn't know how to recalibrate an oscillation overthruster, or program Heisenberg compensators!
YET.
I want a pretty number
Someone talk me out of flying to LA in two weeks for the weekend. Just found a price for $117, nonstop, roundtrip.
I so will NOT talk you out of this, though I'm sure I should feel guilty about it.
Also, Em is KILLING ME WITH CUTE.
I think I had a birthday hangover today. Not even alcohol-related!
Thanks for all the good wishes, guys. It was a lovely day.
I, for one, welcome our Buffista sprog overlords.
Ginger, I'm glad to hear that about the robo-voices, cause I thought it was a crip thing.
One problem is that if I'm driven to calling a customer "service" line, my question is more complicated than "What is my balance?" and no matter how simply I try to phrase it, I never seem to pick the words the robot knows. I've just about given up ever telling robots numbers, because I worked in a semi-military environment so long that I really enunciate numbers. Apparently the very thing that ensures that people understand numbers baffles robots. Usually robots give up and pass you to a human, but the AT&T one kept making me repeat things.
Maybe my rhythm is not robot-approved. But hearing you say so does make me feel better about it.
I need bubblewrap.
CJ forgot his keys and knocked on the door when he got home from school. In trying to rush to the door so my mom wouldn't have to get up, I tripped over my work computer cords and crashed to my hands and knees. Needless to say mom beat me to the door. I now have ice on my knee.
I give up.
{{{{Suzi}}}}
Oh babe. You might need a helmet, too.
I'm just saying!