DamnDamnDamnDamnDamn! We just got word that one of the DH's cousin has ALS. FuckFuckFuckFuckFuck! The GOD DAMN DEATH WATCH FOR THE DH'S RELATIVES HAS GOT TO FUCKING STOP!
Early ,'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[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.
I don't get the place to myself all that often, at least for the whole day. It's nice.
I NEED to go to Wal-Mart, but I'm afraid my spark of productivity will burn out while I'm gone. Must. Stay. Motivated.
Anyhoodle, I'm off for a bit. Anyone want to take bets on whether a big trashcan will fit in Winifred's backseat?
Sorry to hear that Sparky
It'll fit.
Deep breath, Nora. You'll work it out.
It seems to me that as you are on teh side of the transaction that is shelling out a whomping great pile of money, at least some of these necessary things should be scheduled to your convenience. But I'm not a homeowner, I don't expect to understand.
{{{Sparky}}}
Aw, Sparky, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry to hear that Sparky.
Indeed. {Sparky}.
I'm sorry, Sparky. {{{Sparky and Sparky's DH}}}