If we put together a care package for -t, is there any way to find out what her DH might like in the way of treats, etc?
Spike's Bitches 26: Damn right I'm impure!
[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.
My coworker takes Maxalt. It know it's wearing, ita, but do see a neurologist when you get back. I think that you'll be happy about it afterwards (maybe not right afterwards, but within a month or so). If not, I'll do my best to make up for it with a bath bomb or chocolate or some such.
So, reading tons and tons of stuff and going to a doctor should at least net you something.
First you bust on our chocolate, now on our petrol pains??!!! *sputter*
I know! I'm feisty today. Watch out, I might start ragging on your cutlery habits next.
Twenty minutes before I go catch up with AS. Today we're checking out a games store. Her workplace needs a party game for their next social activity, and naturally she has come to the master. (I have one suggestion so far, Guesstures, which is charades with a time limit. It's good stuff as a warm-up.)
{{{Jilli}}} They don't know what they're missing.
sj, you're going to knock their socks off.
{{{vw}}} Migraines suck. 'Nuff said.
And I'm totally in on a gift basket and shower.
In somewhat happier news, today is exactly ONE month before I marry the only man in the world who could possibly love me enough to think my neuroses are cute.
In somewhat happier news, today is exactly ONE month before I marry the only man in the world who could possibly love me enough to think my neuroses are cute.
But they are! And, wheeee!
Been posting from a PC in the school dining room (had to login to the credit union quick to make sure that there's actual money in my account to cover the check for the book I just bought), but people keep coming in with food (go figure) and I'm hungry! So, later, y'all, gotta go hunt and/or gather some dinner.
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In somewhat happier news, today is exactly ONE month before I marry the only man in the world who could possibly love me enough to think my neuroses are cute.
Awwww.
In somewhat happier news, today is exactly ONE month before I marry the only man in the world who could possibly love me enough to think my neuroses are cute.
Ooh, I did this one! And it's pretty damn cool.
(We're going to try and get tix to Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? tomorrow to celebrate, because on our actual anniversary, we were at someone else's wedding. Then we remembered that LAST year for our anniversary, we saw Long Day's Journey Into Night. Spending our anniversary watching dysfunctional alchoholics scream at their families on stage is becoming a tradition.)
Spending our anniversary watching dysfunctional alchoholics scream at their families on stage is becoming a tradition.
Well, the nice thing is that you have one.
We also saw Assassins on the 4th of July. We are nothing if not committed to irony.
Thanks, everyone!
Ooh, I did this one! And it's pretty damn cool.
Good, because a teeny, tiny part of me is waiting for him to pop up and say, "Psych!"
If you want dysfunctional alcoholics, I've got distant family in Italy to which I can point you. A vacation and liquor-fueled fun, all in one.