Hour and 42 minutes to go. I can survive that, right? Cripes am I ever unmotivated today.
That's my girl... That's my good girl.
Kaylee ,'Serenity'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
brenda m - Feb 15, 2010 11:18:58 am PST #8543 of 30001
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
Hil R. - Feb 15, 2010 11:28:50 am PST #8544 of 30001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
It's snowing again. No more snow! No more!
tommyrot - Feb 15, 2010 11:32:14 am PST #8545 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Another theory why dinosaurs went extinct: [link]
DavidS - Feb 15, 2010 11:39:16 am PST #8546 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
We're back from Children's Playground (at GG Park). Emmett and Matilda chased each other all over the play structures. JZ and I followed. Ice cream was had. Root beer. Hot dogs. We did the Carousel. Matilda rode the mule and called him horsie. Emmett and I played an improvised game with the squishy yellow ball that required fast reflexes and was quite calorie burning.
Now Matilda and JZ are curled up for a nap, and I'll be taking Emmett over to his Mom's house in a bit so he can do his math tutoring.
tommyrot - Feb 15, 2010 11:53:29 am PST #8547 of 30001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
1938 Dating Guide For Single Women
Apparently, the only keys to successful dating in the 1930’s for ladies were don’t talk too much, wear a bra, and don’t pass out in the middle of your date because you’re drunk.
Cashmere - Feb 15, 2010 11:55:52 am PST #8548 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
That detention slip is made of awesome! Of course, Owen's teacher told me today that when she was standing on the countertop to reach something in storage last week, he came up behind her and asked, "What the hell are you doing!"
I would have expected Olivia to be the first one to swear at her teacher.
brenda m - Feb 15, 2010 11:56:36 am PST #8549 of 30001
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
Apparently, the only keys to successful dating in the 1930’s for ladies were don’t talk too much, wear a bra, and don’t pass out in the middle of your date because you’re drunk.
Damn. I can reliably manage almost all of that.
Cashmere - Feb 15, 2010 11:58:24 am PST #8550 of 30001
Now tagless for your comfort.
I can't.
Daisy Jane - Feb 15, 2010 11:58:27 am PST #8551 of 30001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
So. I was really, really productive today, so I can spend the last hour of work watching Brees teach the crowd at Lucy's to do the pre-game chant, right?
And then put it on my work breakdown under Misc.?
Jesse - Feb 15, 2010 12:00:03 pm PST #8552 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
And oh, Dick Francis died.
Aw. Luckily, I still don't think I've read all of his books.