Buffy ,'Sleeper'
[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.
This week in Aimee is Going to Hell:
I want this t-shirt.
{{{Cindy}}} Do avoid the Google. But, worrier that I am, I find it sometimes helps to ask the doctor what the worst-case scenario is, and how likely it is. That seems to help limit the catastrophizing a bit. YCopingMechanismsMV
I laughed before I realized it could be politically incorrect, but I'm kinda evil. When I asked for a pony, I wanted mine roasted.
I feel all virtuous today because I have excruciating low back pain and yet am hard at work. It's quite humbling when I cannot walk without yelping and screeching about it.
Going to Hell with Aimee.
Continued s'nothin~ma headed Ben's way.
(whines) I wanna go home and put frozen peas on my back.
Medicine is in a totally different place than when Scott's paternal grandmother would have passed. Both of my maternal grandparents died in their 20's from diabetes.
There are a whole lot more not so bad options than awful options.
Can you put valium in the frosting?
Always do.
Andi, I hope your boss finds another sucker cow-orker to take the shift.
Dear Katerina's Boss,
Send her home now. She's in need of medicinal peas.
Thank you, The Bitches
Gah, Cindy. Let us know how we can distract you.
And sometimes medicine is less a science than tech support meaning that bodies, like, computers, "just do that sometimes, lady."