I bought dog food and cat food, so I am slightly less likely to be eaten in my sleep.
No, no, no, sir. No more chick pit for you. Come on.
Riley ,'Lessons'
Natter 67: Overriding Vetoes
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
-t - Nov 21, 2010 3:24:18 pm PST #6685 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Burrell - Nov 21, 2010 3:31:32 pm PST #6686 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
I'm painting my nails. Doing my bit to beautify the world, yes. That's useful.
yay!
DavidS - Nov 21, 2010 3:31:45 pm PST #6687 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I've mostly been tending to sore Emmett today.
Getting him into a hot bath, and fed and out for a walk. His body is a little bit wrecked like somebody who's run a marathon.
brenda m - Nov 21, 2010 3:37:26 pm PST #6688 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
Twice today Darby strolled her ass on out of the dogpark. This follows a scary moment last week when she did it when it was so dark that I didn't notice at first. Gotta nip this pattern in the bud, stat.
§ ita § - Nov 21, 2010 3:38:58 pm PST #6689 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
You should have gotten Emmett into an ice bath. Those really help after that sort of sustained punishment.
beekaytee - Nov 21, 2010 3:42:41 pm PST #6690 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant
I was so excited to take Bartleby to see his long lost best friend, Bob. He lurves Bob like no other dog he has ever known.
We went to Rock Creek Park and they ran like maniacs...way more energetic than their years should allow. Then, Bman chose to run right up onto the freeway that runs through the park. He didn't recall on the first shout and I didn't even notice myself sprinting toward him. By the time he pelted back to me, totally unscathed, my pneumonia wracked lungs had completely turned on me. The fear burned out quickly, but I felt pretty weak for longer than I liked.
Feh. When am I going to be well?
msbelle - Nov 21, 2010 3:50:48 pm PST #6691 of 30001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
I am going to be doing bedbug prevention over the next week with the friends. Poor things. They are immigrants and there is a language barrier and it's a house of 4 adults and 3 kids. The mother is expected to do all the cleaning and she has had health problems. I wonder if I could make money as a bedbug consultant, going in and telling people what to do in their homes.
sarameg - Nov 21, 2010 4:02:54 pm PST #6692 of 30001
msbelle, I'm glad they have you to guide them.
What do I have left to do? Just toiletries I need in the morning and corral my reading materials. And shove the ipod into my bag. And grab my waterbottle. And set the alarm for 5.
brenda m - Nov 21, 2010 4:03:11 pm PST #6693 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
Yeesh, bonny. Glad BB had a good time at least?
Dinner: salmon fillet from the freezer with garlic mashed potatoes and brandied mushrooms.
lisah - Nov 21, 2010 4:08:31 pm PST #6694 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate