I have some in my fridge but haven't tried them yet.
We'd be dead. Can't get paid if you're dead.
Mal ,'Serenity'
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.
brenda m - Apr 11, 2009 5:53:39 pm PDT #6517 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
meara - Apr 11, 2009 6:40:53 pm PDT #6518 of 30000
Sigh. Had date. It was...okay. I mean, it was good, and I still like her, but it was not as sparky and sexy as I could've hoped for. We went to the dance lesson (and some people I was hoping wouldn't be there were there, and gave me some knowing looks for showing up with her, ugh), and then afterward we headed to this bar/restaurant that ended up being much more crowded and noisier than hoped for. But we got two rounds of drinks, and the chatting was easier by the end of the second round (ahem). And she was saying she had to go to this other bar where her softball team was and I was explaining how she could take the bus...and walked her to where the bus stop was...and was hoping the bus would take a while...but instead it was pulling up as we got there and she had to hop right on. ARGH. No chance for even a kiss, much less making out. HRMPH.
GRRR.
ARGH.
Texted her good luck finding the bar, and she wrote back that she had fun. But STILL.
I WANTED KISSES.
DavidS - Apr 11, 2009 6:50:40 pm PDT #6519 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
A dyke that plays softball??! That's crazy. Next you'll be telling me lesbians like the rugby.
You know, you don't have to wait for the end of the evening to kiss....
meara - Apr 11, 2009 6:53:41 pm PDT #6520 of 30000
A dyke that plays softball??! That's crazy. Next you'll be telling me lesbians like the rugby.
No, see, the LAST girlfriend is busy playing in the opening game of the women's football team tonight. The one before THAT plays rugby. :) [Um, clearly I'm going through all the sports, I suddenly realize.]
You know, you don't have to wait for the end of the evening to kiss....
...it was more like I was waiting for the right amount of alcohol in the system. Or the right amount of "not so many people being around". Or something.
P.M. Marc - Apr 11, 2009 7:19:27 pm PDT #6521 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
meara, have you hit "golfer" yet? or "tennis?" or do those have to wait until you're not such a young 'un?
DCJensen - Apr 11, 2009 7:31:40 pm PDT #6522 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Okay, our cat IS smarter than your average honor student.
There was something of a minor mystery when we have wanted to use the swag lamp above the couch in the dining room. Every time we wanted to use the lamp, the in-line would not work. I would invariably find that down beside the couch under the small table, the power strip would be off. I developed a theory that the cats were walking on it or something.
Tonight was no different. I presented my theory to Andi and she was skeptical. I suggested maybe the surge strip circuit protection went off. She thought that more likely. Besides, she "never sees" the cats go down there.
Okay, I said, reaching down to turn the strip back on, with the soft red glow back on the switch, the swag lamp finally came on. We watched Doctor Who and Andi took advantage of the swag lamp to do a spot of sewing.
As we sat there, Harvey the cat climbed up on me and nodded off. Later he rose off my chest and shoulder and walked down to the end of the couch. Then he went down between the couch under the table.
I pointed this out to Andi. "Huh," she said, "I guess they do go down there."
It was at that very moment that the swag light went out.
We started laughing, and Harvey popped up out from under there and trotted off to other mischief.
I have another theory that goes: Harvey sees the red light, goes down there, bats at it, and it goes away.
Andi maintains Harvey just doesn't like the swag lamp.
Shir - Apr 11, 2009 8:42:06 pm PDT #6523 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
I'm really not good at Passover
That's OK, Hil. I've been craving pasta 24 hours before Passover even started. I'm not good with things taken away from me without justified reason.
Anyway, if you're not a strict vegan, try having matzo with cheese. I love it, and this, along with matzo brie, is often my breakfast in Passover.
My very not-Jewish Canadian CSer called the matzo crackers, and by that changed my family's PoV on them forever. It is very much like crackers!
Laga - Apr 11, 2009 8:47:38 pm PDT #6524 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
I've had Allan Sherman in my head all day
Momma's little baby loves matzo matzo
Momma's little baby love matzo balls!
Shir - Apr 11, 2009 8:54:16 pm PDT #6525 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
tacklehugs Laga
Just because.
Typo Boy - Apr 11, 2009 8:59:17 pm PDT #6526 of 30000
Calli: My people have a saying. A man who trusts can never be betrayed, only mistaken.Avon: Life expectancy among your people must be extremely short.
Back from passover. It got kinda drunk out because we used really big glasses of wine. Around the third glass our toasts turned into "Guzzletov!". And we danced around shouting "Sedar Night Fever!". We also did a chorus of "Jews just want to have fun!". I contributed: "Every time I think of Elijah, water come-a me eye!". Anyhow, first time drunk posting on this board.