((((Steph and family)))
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.
{{{Teppy}}}
Much ~ma for your dad.
Oh, no, Tep. I'm sorry. Are you OK?
Oh, no, Tep. I'm sorry. Are you OK?
I'm stressed, trying not to cry at work, and just wanting to run and hide.
Instead, I have to go volunteer at this charity thing that one of my friends *begged* me to volunteer at -- it's only 6-8, and I'm working the silent auction table, which means I basically answer questions like "Yes, you write your name where it says NAME."
But I just want to....hell, I don't even know what I want.
Steph?
This is a geniuine excuse. "I'm sorry, Sophia, my father is hospitalized and I can't make it." You have every right to say that.
Betsy is very, very wise.
{{{Steph}}}
This is a geniuine excuse. "I'm sorry, Sophia, my father is hospitalized and I can't make it." You have every right to say that.
Absolutely. I hope everything works out well for your dad, Steph.
What Betsy said, Steph.
Yep.
And if she pitches a fuss, kill her.
This is a geniuine excuse. "I'm sorry, Sophia, my father is hospitalized and I can't make it." You have every right to say that.
But -- it's not like I'm going to be *at* the hospital, or anything. If I weren't at the charity even, I'd probably be in a fetal position under all the covers.