My car's in the shop, and all I have is Pepcid. And it doesn't seem to be working.
I don't think my stomach is the problem; it's more of a throat/esopagus feeling.
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My car's in the shop, and all I have is Pepcid. And it doesn't seem to be working.
I don't think my stomach is the problem; it's more of a throat/esopagus feeling.
You want that I should get you some Gas-X?
Gud, you are so nice! But I don't think that's the problem.
Argh. It's so strange!
That's a pretty dress. (Looking at Betsy's link)
I have no idea what you're describing might be, but I'd feel like a jerk if I didn't at least offer to get something to help while a KCista is carless.
Between looking at everyone's links from Antiquedress.com and ogling gothy-goth petticoat skirts from Fairygothmother.co.uk, I'm never going to get any work done. On the bright side, this is keeping me from calling someone and screaming at them.
well, gas can take on many insidious forms. Which is why I often think, "Gas-X" whenever I have any sensation like I should be burping but am not, no matter where it seems to be centralized.
ION, I can't even take a sick day right. My landlord came over UNANNOUNCED to measure where they want to replace the hardwood floors after we move, and then a realtor guy wants to swing by and look at the place. I said no. Whatever!