Aimee, I'm really sorry. That's awful news to come out of the blue.
Last night I dreamt that pretty much everyone, including myself, was dying of radiation sickness or something. I have a couple of stresses and disappointments in my life right now, but really nothing that warrants this sort of reaction. My subconscious is apparently a huge drama queen.
Recovery~ma to Laura's MiL. Glad to hear the procedure went well.
This. I meant to say this but I am a total git today.
Not sure how happy the BiL is to be going into treatment. Apparently he did a detox after the fourth of July and Friday was him falling off the wagon. So, as of talking to my sister at 2:30 a.m. at a Shell station when we transferred the nephew back to her after the allergic reaction to my cats, now his only chance with her is if he does a 30-day treatment.
But it is voluntary and treatment for his addiction, so it's a damn good start.
I'm sorry - you need 30 qualifying trips and 50,000 miles in order to use the teleporter once.
I just tripped 75K, that's a trip and a one-way! Gimme!
Some days I hate doctors and pharmacies and health insurance companies.
That is awful! I have loads of righteous anger that I can direct towards them if you want.
There is potential drowning in tacos in my future as well.
My subconscious is apparently a huge drama queen.
Oh, that reminds me. I need to water my basil whenever I finally get home.
huge drama queen
She wouldn't happen to be named Prisilla, would she?
Aimee, that sucks.
Insomnia was really the pits last night. Didn't fall asleep until after 5. Got a nap in this afternoon, but still tired.
I envy my cats.
Oh, that reminds me. I need to water my basil whenever I finally get home.
I seek insights into the mind of Cass. How does my drama queen of a subconscious remind you to water the basil? Is it dying of radiation sickness?
She wouldn't happen to be named Prisilla, would she?
No, no, drama queen, not drag queen.
drama queen, not drag queen
Judging by most movies I've seen of drag queens, these terms are synonymous. Embrace your inner Patrick Swayze, bt.
Judging by most movies I've seen of drag queens, these terms are synonymous. Embrace your inner Patrick Swayze, bt.
Lord no. My sister, for instance, is only one of the above (not Patrick Swayze).
My dream world was dying of radiation sickness, and did not look fabulous doing so.
How does my drama queen of a subconscious remind you to water the basil? Is it dying of radiation sickness?
Whereas mint is hardy and will withstand being ignored, basil simply thinks it might want a drop of water and falls over wilted. Teen drama queen of the herbal world.
Whereas mint is hardy and will withstand being ignored, basil simply thinks it might want a drop of water and falls over wilted. Teen drama queen of the herbal world.
Ah, herbaceous drama. Excellent.
For the full drama queen effect, I probably should have had everyone dying of consumption. Must work on that.
I'm sorry, I forgot to say earlier, health~ma to Teppy's dad, and I hope that he gets through it OK, and that you get through it OK, too, Tep.
OMG, Aimee. How incredibly horrible. I am so, so sorry. My thoughts are with your family.