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Post by Shan on Aug 25, 2004 9:44:04 GMT -5
But. . but. . . [/move] [/quote] *g* and yet & & because I can think of at least half a dozen very minor things that can easily do the trick.
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Post by Shan on Aug 25, 2004 9:45:31 GMT -5
Such a cutie! But not very Wednesdayish, unless you're into that sort of thing. My 2-year old niece gets a big kick out of the expressions from the adults that she gets when she's "excavating" (hee!). What kills me, is her mom helps her out - and she doesn't use a kleenix. They're a funny pair. I missed having a girl. Oh, yuck. The extent of my mommie-tolerance for sharing bodily fluids was partially pre-chewing meat for my pre-toothed youn 'uns. But Kleenexless excavation: no way.
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Post by Karen on Aug 25, 2004 9:56:16 GMT -5
Good morning!! My, my you were prolific last night. Whew!! All caught up. Happy Wednesday!!! Hi Mary! I had a weird dream this morning -and it's all your fault! I haven't seen my best friend from High School for about 20 years - and she was my maid of honor - because of something I must have done to piss her off, but I don't know what it was because she just quit corresponding with me and getting in touch with me when she visits her relatives in town. Anyhoo - I had a dream that we accidentally met and she explained why she broke our friendship. She looked the same, and we hugged. We met in a public restroom at the beach - and you SO don't want me to tell you about that part of it - but suffice it to say that there were a lot of flooded toilets around, and they were out in the open - no stalls. Like I said. Weird. {{Mary}} I hope you work things out with your friend. (I blame all the rain we've been having for the flooded toilet thing. And did I mention I was getting transported to a jail and the reason we were at the public restroom was because they had to stop so I could pee?)
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Post by Rachael on Aug 25, 2004 10:03:28 GMT -5
*g* and yet & & because I can think of at least half a dozen very minor things that can easily do the trick. Too literal, Shan. Should we make a list? Cold water. . . .
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Post by Lola m on Aug 25, 2004 10:05:04 GMT -5
It wasn't her fault? It was the candy? They were teenagers? It was a spell! There was a magic gourd, or maybe some oil . . . . Lola
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Post by Shan on Aug 25, 2004 10:06:47 GMT -5
Too literal, Shan. Should we make a list? Cold water. . . . Heh. Laughter.
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Post by Lola m on Aug 25, 2004 10:07:16 GMT -5
So I see the FedEx guy approaching our door toting something large and seemingly heavy. Being the amazing human being I am, I go to get the door for him. When I open in he looks at me, somewhat surprised, and I start to say, "I saw you had a large..." And right there my brain kicked my vocabulary center and stopped me before I said the word "package." I finished the sentence with the word "box" instead. Wednesday indeed. ;D Well, as long as you don't do the slow eye crawl down his body and back up again, "package" in itself is not necessarily smutty. Oh, what am I saying. Of course it is. ;D Lola
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Post by Shan on Aug 25, 2004 10:07:29 GMT -5
It was a spell! There was a magic gourd, or maybe some oil . . . . Lola Oh. Oh. Let's not talk about Roger Whittaker and oil. Please.
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Post by MaryMuse on Aug 25, 2004 10:07:31 GMT -5
Hi Mary! I had a weird dream this morning -and it's all your fault! I haven't seen my best friend from High School for about 20 years - and she was my maid of honor - because of something I must have done to piss her off, but I don't know what it was because she just quit corresponding with me and getting in touch with me when she visits her relatives in town. Anyhoo - I had a dream that we accidentally met and she explained why she broke our friendship. She looked the same, and we hugged. We met in a public restroom at the beach - and you SO don't want me to tell you about that part of it - but suffice it to say that there were a lot of flooded toilets around, and they were out in the open - no stalls. Like I said. Weird. {{Mary}} I hope you work things out with your friend. (I blame all the rain we've been having for the flooded toilet thing. And did I mention I was getting transported to a jail and the reason we were at the public restroom was because they had to stop so I could pee?) {{Karen}}} Sorry about your dream. Things like that happen to me all the time -- wierd dreams about stuff. For example, I have this fear of flying. So I dreamed that my entire family was on a 40 seater plane and the plane was taxi-ing down the runway. Well, mom and grandma were sniping at each other, and I was there, gripping the seats, trying not to keel over. And I told them "Hey, I can either deal with the airplane or the two of you, so quit your bickering!" Well, they didn't stop. So I forced the pilot to stop taxi-ing (luckily he was doing this in Iowa City (??)) and I got off and decided to walk to my StepMom's house, who was the only relative not on this plane. Wierd, huh?
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Post by Rachael on Aug 25, 2004 10:09:45 GMT -5
His mom knocking on the door. . . .
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Post by Queen E on Aug 25, 2004 10:10:32 GMT -5
Hi Mary! I had a weird dream this morning -and it's all your fault! I haven't seen my best friend from High School for about 20 years - and she was my maid of honor - because of something I must have done to piss her off, but I don't know what it was because she just quit corresponding with me and getting in touch with me when she visits her relatives in town. Anyhoo - I had a dream that we accidentally met and she explained why she broke our friendship. She looked the same, and we hugged. We met in a public restroom at the beach - and you SO don't want me to tell you about that part of it - but suffice it to say that there were a lot of flooded toilets around, and they were out in the open - no stalls. Like I said. Weird. {{Mary}} I hope you work things out with your friend. (I blame all the rain we've been having for the flooded toilet thing. And did I mention I was getting transported to a jail and the reason we were at the public restroom was because they had to stop so I could pee?) Hey, Karen. Maybe the flooded open toilets are a metaphor for getting all the ugly stuff that might have existed between or inside either of you out in the open.
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Post by Sara on Aug 25, 2004 10:10:58 GMT -5
Too literal, Shan. Should we make a list? Cold water. . . . A picture of Margaret Thatcher...
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Aug 25, 2004 10:11:50 GMT -5
If they deliver the papers in those plastic bags and they're still all soggy inside, you could just use a straw. Poke it through the plastic bag like a Capri Sun... This has been known to be necessary, especially since the Olympian delivery person folds the paper in quarters so there's a sharp corner in the middle of the page, ties it firmly in the bag, and throws it at our mailbox at high speed... so, plastic abrasions, often worsened by the neighbor driving over the paper. I want delivery tubes! Julia, who got mega distracted and walked away from the reply window for a half hour.
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Post by Rachael on Aug 25, 2004 10:12:59 GMT -5
A picture of Margaret Thatcher... Umm. . .particularly difficult-to-open condom wrappers. . . .
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Post by Lola m on Aug 25, 2004 10:13:48 GMT -5
No, no, no, no... I didn't even read it when it was WIP, although she was updating every couple of days. This is a finished work. Julia, NOT going to WIP anyone without extensive and melodramatic warning I feared it as a WIP when I first encountered it in her LJ, 'cuz I was already into Repossession at that point, as well as a bunch of others and she updated so frequently and it just kept going and going. So I ran. But now that it is done and archived, I'm reading thru it at my own pace and pretty much enjoying it. Well as much as I can enjoy anything that doesn't have slash, ya know. ;D Actually, while I am liking Lilac City muchly, I find that as a whole, I think Rob's ongoing saga here on the board is a bit better. Perhaps because it has all the gang, or perhaps because there is a little more action. And he gets everyone's "voices" so right. But I do really like her original characters. Lola
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