Sloooooooooooooow beatma to Mr. Connie.
Jayne: What're you gonna tell the others? Mal: About what? Jayne: About why I'm dead. Mal: Hadn't thought about it. Jayne: Make something up. Don't tell 'em what I did.
'Ariel'
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.
P.M. Marc - Mar 22, 2005 12:56:34 pm PST #8584 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Ginger - Mar 22, 2005 1:00:05 pm PST #8585 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
The best of heart~ma to Connie's DH.
I don't think Kara has to grow up to own her own demolition company. I think she could be rented out right now.
Connie Neil - Mar 22, 2005 1:08:53 pm PST #8586 of 10001
brillig
To Hubby's credit he said, "You told me last time, to call you. I'm calling you."
I agreed to stay at work because the doctors said there were good odds he'd be out by nine tonight if not sooner. They'd have let him go at the time except he's in the high-risk category. This is precisely what he had last time and why he's chatting with the electro-cardiologist and is on the fucking rat poison and rhythm drugs. (I hate coumedin. Life-saving, useful, etc., blah blah, I don't care. There are about two dozen common foods he can't eat while on it and it gives him nose bleeds and--it's rat poison! I can't help the knee-jerk response that says I should stop people from forcing my husband to take rat poison.)
Anyway. I'll go to the hospital after work and see when they can let me take him home. He's promised to call if the situation changes.
Topic!Cindy - Mar 22, 2005 1:10:17 pm PST #8587 of 10001
What is even happening?
My aunt is on the rat poison. My f-i-l is, too. It's good stuff, for rat poison.
Slow beatma to your dh, connie, and some peace and confidence for you.
Maria - Mar 22, 2005 1:25:12 pm PST #8588 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift
Memo
TO: connie's DH, specifically his heart
FROM: Me
RE: Behaving as it's supposed to
Please be aware that thumping out a conga rhythm is expressly forbidden in this hospital. It disturbs the patients, and more specifically the patient whose blood you are pumping right now faster than the drum solo in Wipeout.
Please bring the beat down to a slow foxtrot and we will allow you to shuffle right out the door. Your human, and his wife, will be ever so grateful.
If you have any questions, listen to some Frank Sinatra for the suggested tempo. Have a nice day.
sj - Mar 22, 2005 1:27:17 pm PST #8589 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Only, she got bored, and I was on the phone. So she broke the bookshelf, stripped the screw holes, broke the wood. It's... I don't know if I can fix it, but it doesn't look like it. A mostly constructed 72 inch bookshelf. It weighs three times her weight. I don't even know how she did it.
{{{Deena}}}
~ma to Connie's dh.
Lilty Cash - Mar 22, 2005 1:27:22 pm PST #8590 of 10001
"You see? THAT's what they want. Love, and a bit with a dog."
Oh, yikes, Connie. Much heart~ma going out.
vw bug - Mar 22, 2005 1:28:02 pm PST #8591 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Much heart~ma to connie's DH.
Connie Neil - Mar 22, 2005 1:29:56 pm PST #8592 of 10001
brillig
"You gotta have heart, you gotta have heart."
Welcome to the manic part of our show.
Ginger - Mar 22, 2005 1:33:34 pm PST #8593 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
"When the odds are saying you'll never win/That's when the grin should start."