Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.

Heart-ma to your mother, Cashmere.

Did you get any sleep? Is your tummy all settled, now?

I did catch up on sleep this morning. O was up between 4-6 but we both went back to sleep for a while. My tummy is much, much better but still not very interested in food. DH is getting better, too. Whatever the hell this thing is, it's good it only lasts 24 hours.

vw, that was a good idea getting that out of the way. I would have done my work a lot differently had I gone to college when I was a little older.

I'll make sure I update everyone when my sister calls. She called once at 7:30 and she said the doc would update them at 10:00. The surgery is supposed to last 7 hours or so. Thanks for the ma.

sending out the ma~~ Cashmere.

happy day and lots of love to my Bitches

(smiling at vw's description of feedback whorishness) I'm still the worst. I am like one of the scrawny women on "Cops"...been living on Fritos and compliments. And just before the Man picks me up for "loitering", I can't resist going back for one more hit. "I got metaphor that'll blow your mind. Please, baby, please. Nothin' but the finest dialogue...you know I'm good for it."

Oh, much ~ma, Cashmere.

Need coffee

Erika has a new tag, and I'm supposed to be writing my thesis, as usual. Toodles.

-ma for Cashmere. And, vw, much as I relate to your story, I can appreciate your classmate's FTF sentiment as well, sometimes. You know, Finish The Fucker...opus draft 1.0 is a definite FTF sitch at the moment.(Every project is by the end.)Yeah, Polter-cow, "Passion" snark is funny, but Otis is/ was romantic. And it sounds like you have your own FTF situation.

I'll make sure I update everyone when my sister calls. She called once at 7:30 and she said the doc would update them at 10:00. The surgery is supposed to last 7 hours or so. Thanks for the ma.

I was wondering how long the surgery went. That's a long time to wait for word. I hope it passes quickly for you.

I hate waiting for stuff. I think there should be knock-out drugs for some stuff--like waiting for medical news on yourself or a loved one. Loved one's in surgery? Here. Take this pill, it'll knock you out cold, until the exact moment when you get the call, telling you everything went like clockwork.

You've just had a test, and it's going to take 7 days for the results? Here, lie down. We'll hook up this IV, and only shut it off once we can tell you're fine, or that we've successfully treated your condition.

wrod. I second that emotion. I think that was Smokey Robinson and The Miracles. Hec?