Indeed. {Sparky}.
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'm sorry, Sparky. {{{Sparky and Sparky's DH}}}
Since I've known him, I've watched the DH deal with his grandmother & mother's long, losing battles with cancer, his father's suicide, his uncle's attempted suicide. His grandfather's health keeps us on edge. This cousin was in a car accident about 4 years ago and became a quadrapledgic. Enough already, universe, I'm convinced -- my husband is the strongest person emotionally that I know.
I think I'll put on my walking shoes and go take a walk.
I'm so sorry, Sparky. My best wishes to you both. Your poor husband.
Thanks, everyone. I didn't mean to kill the thread with my temper tantrum.
Oh, Sparky. I'm so sorry.
Sparky, I'm so sorry.
Nora, you're about to buy a house. That means a close, personal relationship with Home Depot.
Nothing brings me closer to melt down than having to go to the Home Depot. I hate that place. It makes me feel completely incompetent (which I pretty much am at home repair stuff). I can only go there now with my super handy friends. And only if we can get Home Depot hot dogs and lemonade after the shopping.
My next trip to Home Depot will involve trying to take home three full sheets of plywood while taking the kids with me. I haven't figured out the logistics yet, but I'm starting to think "roof-rack". I'm also thinking about using the tether on Leif so he won't try to run off and push buttons that open large doors or activate large saws.
My next trip to Home Depot will involve trying to take home three full sheets of plywood while taking the kids with me.
My last trip to HD involved getting three sheets of plywood home. No kids were involved. However, I cried like a little baby because I could not figure out how to get the plywood home in my little protege. It didn't occur to me that they wouldn't fit in the trunk. Because I'm an idiot about stuff like that. Eventually I figured out I should call my friend with a truck and he was able to come pick up the plywood with me. But being in the HD stressed me out so badly that it took me a while and lots of tears to be able to think that clearly.
God knows what I would have done if I had to have kids with me.