Oh, that would be hard.
Saffron: You won't tell anyone about me breaking down? Mal: I won't. Saffron: Then I won't tell anyone how easily I got your gun out of your holster. Mal: I'll take that as a kindness.
'Trash'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[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.
-t - Jun 30, 2005 11:55:44 am PDT #7885 of 10001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Deena - Jun 30, 2005 12:07:09 pm PDT #7886 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I thought it was about time for Hil to get back. Yay for a good trip.
And a Laura back too! Again I say yay.
Jars, what a distressing thing. I hope your friend recovers quickly.
I just got my muscle relaxer prescription refilled. The doctor wasn't comfortable with giving me too many, so I didn't know if I'd get them or not until time for the prescription to be picked up. I was so happy to see them I took one right away.
...That sounds bad.
Laura - Jun 30, 2005 12:51:09 pm PDT #7887 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Sorry to hear the back is still causing you so much pain Deena. I hate taking muscle relaxers. My line is that I only believe in drugs for recreational purposes, of course I only say that to horrify my mother.
I'm sorry about your friend Jars. No doubt that your friendship is a comfort to her.
Ginger - Jun 30, 2005 1:00:26 pm PDT #7888 of 10001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Deena, I'm sorry you still need the muscle relaxants. Never feel bad about taking medicine you need.
Jars, my mother does that to me all the time. Just last week she said, "Well, Bernie's surgery (Bernie is my cousin) has been moved from Friday to Monday" and I'm going, "What surgery?" I didn't know about the kidney stones, much less the surgery. I'd say it's because she's almost 80, but she's done that for years.
Hodgkin's is very treatable and I'm hoping for the best possible outcome for your friend.
Lee - Jun 30, 2005 1:08:48 pm PDT #7889 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Jars, my mother does that to me all the time.
Mine too. Like when my aunt had a mastectomy a month before Christmas. That one was especially fun.
Jars - Jun 30, 2005 1:10:58 pm PDT #7890 of 10001
Thanks for the good wishes. I guess there's not much I can do, except hope for the best.
Jars - Jun 30, 2005 1:13:46 pm PDT #7891 of 10001
Like when my aunt had a mastectomy a month before Christmas.
Or like when my mother thought she had breast cancer and it wasn't until after the biopsy that she told me? Though she told my sister, and my best friend.
Ah, mothers.
P.M. Marc - Jun 30, 2005 1:51:11 pm PDT #7892 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Or like when my mother thought she had breast cancer and it wasn't until after the biopsy that she told me? Though she told my sister, and my best friend.
Oh, lord, I sometimes think it's just MY mother who does this. Thank goodness it's not. "Oh, that pain I was worried about wasn't ovarian cancer, it was just scar tissue." "WHAT?? You never mentioned pain and testing for ovarian cancer?" "I didn't? It must have been your sister I told."
Sigh.
Signed, only had three months' warning that I was going to be an aunt. No one tells me ANYTHING.
§ ita § - Jun 30, 2005 1:52:36 pm PDT #7893 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
My mother once wasn't going to tell us she was going into hospital in case we worried.
We were teens! Living at home! How is the sudden and unmentioned disappearance of a parent less worrying than the word "biopsy?"
ChiKat - Jun 30, 2005 1:56:03 pm PDT #7894 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
I admit that when I had surgery a couple of years ago, I didn't tell my mom about it until a few days before I went in. That summer one sister was going through a nasty divorce, another sister got laid off, and my brother went through some nastiness at work and ended up quitting and needing my parents for some financial support. I didn't want her feeling like she had to come up and stay with me.