Jenny ,'Bring On The Night'
[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.
Much health and coping ~ma to Lilty and her family and Tep and her dad.
Tep, if anyone has a good excuse to vent, it is you. Really.
Lilty, I imagine that the parents on the Alaskan cruise are well on their way home by now, but if they happen to be in Juneau and need anything at all, see my profile to reach me.
I deserve everything that happens to me, you know?
For the record: CRAP!
Unless you mean you deserve everything good that happens to you, but you definitely don't deserve to have shitty things happen to you, Tep.
{{{Teppy}}}
Nothing sucks more than being ready to leave the hospital but lacking official permission to do so.
Teppy, is there another bed in your dad's room, or a chair that reclines, or is at least comfy? Maybe you could take a 20 minute catnap? I'm sorry this is so hard, and that you only had tuna glue to eat.
Yum. I just ordered a shit-load of Indian food. Who knew I could get that delivered? I found a website that lists pretty much every business that will deliver to my address. This could get ugly.
Yum. I just ordered a shit-load of Indian food. Who knew I could get that delivered? I found a website that lists pretty much every business that will deliver to my address. This could get ugly.
Ooh, one of the best dining options in my neighbourhood is a sensational Indian place. I had people round Saturday, in the course of events we ordered in (they deliver), and the quality received admiring comment.
I may never be able to move from this neighbourhood.
I can now get sushi delivered. I haven't tried it yet, but it's lovely to know that I can. Unfortunately, not only is Indian food not available for delivery here, it's not even available for purchase. And I'm just not that good of a cook.
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We have otlob dot com, which is the reason my flatmate and I haven't cooked since February.
I once saw pizza get delivered to an ER. No shit. It went to the nurses' station, true, but they at least had the grace to hide it quickly when I and a couple of other family types came out and glared very damned hard at them. I've seen pizza delivered to the orthopedic recuperation floor, too.
I have done the "the doctor will be right with you" wait in hell. It gets to be 4 AM, you're scared and sleep deprived and your loved one whimpers occasionally, and you're thinking, "How did everything change so fast? This wasn't how I was expecting to spend this span of time."
I can still make ER staff nervous. I lurk in corners and watch everything and ask occasional pointed questions. I like this skill.
Nothing sucks more than being ready to leave the hospital but lacking official permission to do so.
I nominate: being stung by a scorpion when you already have malarial fever.
Fay, in recent pictures your hair seems to be a darker blonde than previous. Is that so, or a trick of lighting?
Now Playing: "Have A Heart Betty, I'm Not Fireproof #1" by The Softboys. Good backup vocals.