That's a *lot* of boiling water.

[letterblade]

Just helped parents put up twenty gallons of grape juice. x.x

*stalks for contest results*

Why is it that choir practice always happens on these incredibly long stressful days where I'm on my feet working all the time, and then I have to go sing? *sigh*

Felt like GIPing this even though it was irrelevant. Well, except for the extensive smiting of grapes. Or maybe the grapes smote me. *rubs at grape-infused hands, tries to pick all the dead bugs out from under her nails*

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[stickmarionette.livejournal.com]

*snuggles* Or would you prefer help with grape-smiting? XDDD

*also stalking for contest results*...even though my computer is totally not working X.x

[wired-lizard.livejournal.com]

Oh, the grapes are thoroughly smote by now...well, except for carrying the twenty gallons down to the basement, but I don't think that'll be for a few days yet.

I saw you on AIM but couldn't even say hi because I had to run to choir practice! Woooooeeeeeee! Anyway, I wanted to tell you that I'm writing birthday fic and it's got enough angst to knock Angel out for half a season. Just so you know. ^^;;;

*snuggles*

[stickmarionette.livejournal.com]

Oh, the grapes are thoroughly smote by now...
Good to hear XDDDD

*glomp* Yeah, I figured you had somewhere to go ^^ And yay for angsty birthday fic! ^___________^

[spanielfevver8.livejournal.com]

You got smote by fruit?!
The earth is doomed. One of it's best champions has been attacked by a grape arbor in cold blood.

[spanielfevver8.livejournal.com]

Or were you smitten by the grapes. Smited? Smeet?

[tir-synni.livejournal.com]

Twenty gallons? *keels over*