-t, I'm so so sorry. I don't know what to say, but life needs to stop piling on you.
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-t, I'm so so sorry. I don't know what to say, but life needs to stop piling on you.
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-t, there aren't words. I am so so sorry about the house, the miscarriage, the stress...just keep breathing. It's a mantra I've been saying to myself a lot lately. And yes, we are here for you.
-t, I am so sorry.
Skipping a lot due to the continuing work saga of the 400-PAGE DOCUMENT THAT REFUSES TO DIE.
Yes, I'm sure it would be wonderful on some levels for me and Annabel to stay an extra few weeks at Christmas with my mom after Dylan has to go back to work. But I'm not going to, because I'm really hoping to have a job by year's end!
If you think my mom needs more company that much, YOU should stay on after YOUR husband has to go back to work. STOP TELLING ME HOW TO LIVE MY LIFE!
At first I thought you were talking about MY SiL, the preggo one. But then I realized that this was SiL Who Bosses Everyone Around, not SiL Who Pouts In The Corner Until She Gets What She Wants.
What everyone else said, -t. If there is anything we as a group or me as someone who lives somewhat close can do, just let us/me know.
Someone make me go tackle my manuscript. I'm rewriting a chapter from scratch; I want to finish it by tomorrow, and I have total writer's block.
-t! I am so sorry for all you are going through. It is so good to see you here. I hope you do get a live journal. I hope things calm down to positively boring, right soon.
Could I ask you any more totally non-insightful questions about things I am sure you have already thought of?Thanks for covering for me while I was picking up the kids and running out to get groceries, Aimee.
Susan, get your arse moving.
Thanks for covering for me while I was picking up the kids and running out to get groceries, Aimee.
Hey, anytime, lady!
Mom just called. They are finally taking her down to surgery, an hour plus late.
The woman had the gall to be upset at me that I forgot to bring her a Sharpie yesterday. She was going to write notes to her doc on her stomach. Or arrows. Or "cut here".
I was born into a loony bin.
Your mom is positively awesome, Maidengurl. I hope the surgery is successful and easy on her.
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