'Dirty Girls'
[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.
It's a fairly simple sterling festoon necklace with black and white pearls and knotwork spacers,
It sounds gorgeous, Plei.
I don't wanna... but I'm heading over to the gym anyway. I may only stay long enough to change into my workout clothes and then wander around for a while, but I'm still going. You never know, I might actually find some motivation.
Sara is in the kitchen pleading for "cake in a bowwwwl". She is so my kid, it's not even funny.
Plei, the necklace sounds beautiful.
Poor Deena! That's not a nice thing to happen during a nap.
I know I do it a lot, but can I bitch please? (Hurricane-related, but not concerning media reports at all)
Edit: Aaand just got called downstairs by the source of my frustration. I'll be back.
I think Allyson brings a bit of tone to the establishment, probably that soon-to-be published author vibe.
I can only hope. So much writing to do this weekend. Ima stock up on groceries (hooray lemonade!) and get on it.
Embarassingly, I had to ask my dad to send a bit of cash to me for groceries and gas for the month, because I had a balloon payment on my car insurance and car registration renewal that wiped me out.
"Hi, Dad. This is your 32 year old daughter. Yeah, the responsible kid. Um, Dad? I have a problem. I have no savings, and I've apparently spent money on useless shit and paid no attention to my finances for several months. Can you send me some money for gas and groceries?"
Humiliating, I tells ya. I'm a jackass and a half this month. Complete irresponsibility on my part. I hope this book pays a little bit of money so I can pay him back, or I'll feel like a total loser.
Embarassingly, I had to ask my dad to send a bit of cash to me for groceries and gas for the month, because I had a balloon payment on my car insurance and car registration renewal that wiped me out.
Last Fall, Scott and I (then 40, and 37, respectively) had to borrow a hundred bucks from my widowed, retired mother, because we had the auto insurance, a water bill, and some other untimely bill due right after the kids went back to school, and we'd spent the money on clothes and supplies for them.
It happens. It sucks to have to do it, but it happens. I'm sure your father is glad he had the ability to spot you, and that you knew you could turn to him. I'm also sure you'd give him your last dime. Don't beat yourself up about it.
Hey look, it's that pretty Allyson girl!
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So, we go back to the vet to pick up Dread Beastie at 6:30. We took him in because he's been constipated to the point of vomiting when he tried to push things out. The vet (who was not our usual vet, but a very nice lady all the same), performed a rectal exam and got some of the feces out, but not all. However, there's some sort of growth on one side of his rectal canal. Our usual vet is going to also examine him, and then we discuss our options when we go pick him up at 6:30. He may have to be on laxatives for the rest of his life, which I will happily put up with if we can avoid a mention of the big C-word.
The past two days? Pretty much suck.
Perkins, the package to -t will have an envelope for you in it, too.
Yay! Do you need my new address?
Ooph, now I'ma kill.....why do people do this at 6 pm on a Friday of a holiday weekend?
Perkins, I have it, but if you resend, I won't have to search for it *g*.