I could handle my sons being called daughters and being an officer, but I'd get that obese thing cleared right up.
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.
Group Projects By Erika
The Brain: The hardest working. Will probably work ahead and end up carrying everyone else.
The Loser:Never intends on doing a fucking thing and brags about it
The Sundance: Total sidekick and follower. The project will go okay if the brain and not the Loser sets the tone, but he could end up going to the Loser side.
Sorry, My Life Is A Trainwreck: This person is well-intentioned but will not participate optimally due to flood, plague of locusts, getting evicted, you name it. I'm either a brain or a trainwreck.
Cheerios: Best thoughts to your friend, Aimee.
So sorry to hear about your friend, Aimee.
Gloomcookie, so sorry to hear of your loss. Much punctuation.
((Gloom)) How are you doing?
I'm okay. My family is pretty down, though. Thanks for the good wishes.
Gloomcookie, I'm so sorry for your loss. Have you already had the funeral, etc.?
{{{Gloomcookie and Family}}} I'm so sorry for your loss.
She was cremated so there is no rush to hold the service. There is family on the West coast so we're planning a date for a memorial service.
ETA: The service will be on the East coast so that's why it's nice to have a bit of planning time. On re-read my post made no sense to me.