But I am so so so SO fucking tired of my Dad going in the hospital and not getting fixed because this isn't something that *can* be fixedOh, Tep. I am so sorry. Is there anyway we can distract you from the utter frustration?
Gronk. My boss is out this week. So far I haven't found anyone in the office who didn't find out this morning. Way to communicate...
And now, a meara...
Cass, glad drunken energy worked well for you.To be fair, d, she's done energy work before when we haven't just been drinking wine and catching up. I'm just impressed that it worked this time too. I don't claim to understand it but I appreciate it. Of course I feel the same way about the physical therapist using ultrasound because I can't feel anything beyond a little warm. But the use of my muscles is proof enough for me.
I kind of suspected vw could get an A+ in college.I kind of expected vw would get an A+ in college.
But if they are in my room for my sex talks, and they are "stolen" -- well, the administration is A-OK with that.@@ I'm glad you are educating them and giving them "access" to condoms at least.
Or else you can pour a circle of salt around your bedI poured a lot of beach sand from Saturday's party around my bed. Cuffed pants can lead to next day sand storms. But I didn't get slugged so I'm okay with it. I do need to desperately vacuum now.
Their last name is SchutteThird child should be Peara. I think that is rather gender neutral too so boy or girl, you're good.
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Curse your faster fingers (by a lot but I was catching up and mearaing) for the parachute x-post.