Strange sorta thing...

[tabaqui]

Well first, inspired by roxymissrose, i'm putting a link to a picture of the Monstrous Bebe. 'Cause she's so damn cute!
This is one of her new sets of school clothes and she was just so excited about it!
Monstrous Bebe
Mommy's girl!!

Second, i had a freakin' dream this morning/early afternoon when i lay back down. (Stayed up chattin' with chocgood84 and was just. So. TIRED.
So i lay down and then i had this

Okay, i've read in various posts on my flist about people dreaming about LJ, dreaming about BtVS, dreaming about Spike, Angel, whathaveyou. The last dream i consciously remember having about a 'famous' figure was about three years ago i dreamed i was watching TV with David Bowie in my parents bedroom at my childhood home. Too weird.
Anyway. I dreampt that 'Spike' (not Mr. Marsters) was dead. And he was lying on the ground behind my house. Where there is a barb-wire fence and then lots of trees. And i mean...DEAD. A corpse so far gone that when Cat and i picked him up he fell apart at the waist and was slimy and horrible in my hands. I know, i know, vampire=dust, but there he was... Red shirt, leather duster, jeans, boots...gah. I had to pick him up and get him over the fence - we were trying to get him out into the woods so the little scavengers could take care of him. *shudder* It was icky.

THEN! We're back inside and there's SPIKE. Red shirt, etc. Lying on my floor, and we have to wake him up and he has NO memories and in that weird folding of dream-time, soon he is an actor in a tv show, small parts but getting better, still in the red shirt and duster, all happy and bouncing around and i'm on the set for some reason and the awful, disintegrating corpse keeps popping back into my head, all stuck with dead leaves and... It was weird, and left me slightly unsettled. And pouty 'cause no sex of any kind was had.

*Yawn* Must go finish WAY too much stuff. Jayzus i'm behind. 'Changes' chapter, S/X pornathon fic, tag on wts_tagstory, maybe, possibly, today, update 'Credence', attempt to ignore two hovering, biting, annoying plot bunnies that have ALREADY forced me to write paragraphs...
ACK!

Comments

[tabaqui]

*snerk*
Cooking sucks. I loathe it. I've loathed it forever. I mean, nearly twenty years of marrige and it STILL SUCKS.

And a maid? Would rock. 'Cause i also hate vacuuming. Yuck. Stupid carpet - i want it GONE.
I decorate with rocks and skulls and things - once every six months i can just put everything in the sink and wash it. Heh.
Thanks! M.B. is awfully cute if i do say so myself.

[kitty-poker1.livejournal.com]

Hehe. Got you beat. I've been married for 26 years. *horrified* That's so scary!

Ooh, vacuuming, or, as the poms like to say, hoovering, is just uncomfortable. It's not natural. *shakes head* Nope, there are better things to do with your time.

I'm having the whole house done out with hardwood floors and none of the carpety nonsense.

[tabaqui]

*sighs in envy*
Gods, i wish we could afford every scrap of carpet to be ripped out and replaced! Hate, hate, hate carpet, hate stupid vacuums that DON'T WORK, hate stupid lino that has little divots in it as part of the design so it holds dirt like a damn sponge.
Blah!
:)
I wanna new house.

[trepkos.livejournal.com]

Wood floors work until you have tables or chairs without wide feet, then you have to put a rug under them.
Also, gravel caugth in your trainers can damage them.
But yes, way easier than carpet on the whole.
Though there's the whole rainforest destruction problem - I worry about such things.

[tabaqui]

Well, myself, i'm thinking there has to be a green alternative, like recycled boards or something.
Anything!!
Hemp boards, damnit.