Thanks, Erin. It's the three instances in two years that is so scary. And I hear Ovarian Cancer and think Gilda. S-i-l has one little boy. He's 8. She's far away from the family, and she's been through so much, already.
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Ah Trudy, now you're talking, honey.
Booze. After cat stacking, it's the best anti-anxiety on the market.
I understand. And I hope for the best.
Thinking of you and yours, Cindy.
"Mom, if you ever want to try marijuana for the nasuea, just let me know, ok?"
Les Invasions Barbares, IJS. Hurty, but so good.
Oh, god, I read the whole thing. Brain bleach!
Well, during the season, my family has taken to describing the bar we usually watch football at as "church," so he may have a point. Still not clicking the link.
Not reading the link.
My brain is trying to claw its way out of my skull, and I just found out I have to come up with another $389 to fix the basement bathroom floor.
Hence, the new tagline.
{{Cindy}} Your sil and family are in my prayers.
"We have a nation filled with weak men and disorderly women."
I think I'm going to adopt the title "Disorderly Woman." I can tell I'm not this person's target audience; I was looking at all the pictures of women athletes and thinking, "Cool."