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Don't let the power go to your head. Go write.
'Underneath'
[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.
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Don't let the power go to your head. Go write.
Um, hi! The end just sorta snuck up on me there.
I've already left parental sympathies for Hec in Natter but I'll say it again. Fast healing-ma to Emmett, and gut-easing vibes to his adults.
Hec, I just read about Emmett! Give him a huge hug for me. As worrisome as these things are for parents, you can bet your bottom dollar he's at school pointing to it and bragging about it. It'll wear off about the time he's, oh, 45 or so. I had to ask my Dad about his gold tooth as a kid, he no longer volunteered the information (he lost the real tooth to a hockey puck.)
Timelies, all. I'm sitting home starving myself nigh to death so that I will have a shiny clean colon for a colonoscopy later today. Nothing wrong with me, just having that first one done a couple years earlier than normally recommended since colon cancer runs in the family. I am going to pig out when this is over!
Also, job~ma to vw's mother.
I've already left parental sympathies for Hec in Natter but I'll say it again. Fast healing-ma to Emmett, and gut-easing vibes to his adults.
Thanks. I think I'm more shook-up now then yesterday, because I don't have him here in front of me to reassure me that he's okay. So my brain is neurotically looping the accident, and I just see him screaming in pain, and his nose grotesquely swollen and distorted. Not so much his asides later about "Now I'm on the DL," or how he looked after the swelling started to go down.
Ugh, Sail! That's no fun! I wish you the best pigout there is tommorrow.
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Also, colon~ma to SailAweigh
I think I've decided to contact my lawyer. Ugh. I didn't want this to go there.
Do it, vw. Your words are just that, yours. To do with as you will. Teach these people a lesson. They seem to think that not only can they tell us what to do (or not do) with our bodies, but that we can't do what we want with our own intellectual property. Go, lawyer!
Oooh, Hec, that hurts. Much healing~ma for Emmett, and calming~ma for you.
I will have a shiny clean colon for a colonoscopy later today
Yikes. Have fun with the pig-out, when you get to it. Shiny colon~ma, though!
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I think I've decided to contact my lawyer.
That sucks, vw, but it's worth it. It's your poem. Shaky fist at the word-stealers.
And, um, timelies. All three kids are home today. And it's not very nice outside (although it's not snowing, at least). Could be a long day. I see a video and/or a DVD in my future...
I am the Queen! of Typos.
I'm not one to covet shoes, but I saw these these at DSW, and can't get them out of my head. Silly and impractical, but I loves them, I do. Someone tell me why I can't have them. (The purple tweed ones.)