I'm totally goin' woo-hoo at being cleared for takeoff.
I know I shouldn't giggle at you, but ...
Giles ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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I'm totally goin' woo-hoo at being cleared for takeoff.
I know I shouldn't giggle at you, but ...
Although, yeah. Cindy, I don't think I *do* remember how...
Well, let's see. You put your left foot in...
No. That can't be it. Um.
When two people love each other very much, there's a very special way they show that love. They are very close to one another, and the less tired one agrees to change the baby's diaper. The more tired one finds this so overwhelmingly attractive, that nature takes its course.
Well, I definitely "just" have muscle spasms, sez my NP. Someone with a disk problem wouldn't have my range of motion. So I get more drugs, a back brace to help me through the next week or so, and physical therapy once I'm up for it.
Oh, and it's officially too damn fucking hot, and they're changing their mind about it cooling down for the weekend. If this keeps up after I'm well enough to leave the house, I might have to change my mind about not being seen in public in shorts with unshaven legs (since that would involve a lot of sustained bending and reaching).
Well, I definitely "just" have muscle spasms, sez my NP.
That's good news all things considered.
Living in Florida I don't get this no air conditioning thing.
The ceilings are painted, the closet is painted. Pictures were taken but I didn't go over to Mom's so they are still on my camera.
In a minute I'm going to start putting stuff in the hall and dining room so I can really see what's left to pack. And pack up stuff on the utility shelves and take them down.
Ple, I have to pass on pretty much the first thing Mom said about sex was -- learn from my mistake: use birth control when you start having sex again after the baby is born.
I haven't had a chance to use this, so I'm passing it along.
Plei, all I remember about sex is that someone gets tied up, and then the phone usually rings.
So take the phone off the hook.
Better yet, disconnect the phone cord and use it to do the tying.
What?
I just got shot down by my bank trying to get a home equity loan to pay off my debt responsibly from being sick and unemployed.
Apparently my debt-to-income ratio is too high to pay my debts responsibly.
I jsut realized that tomorrow night will hopefully be my last one here. I should feel more excited but -- I think I haven't let myself get too excited because I'm afraid something will happen and this will get ripped away from me.
When I'm painting tomorrow I'll be more excited. Saturday I'm sure I'll be hyper.
I'm sorry Danthat really sucks.