Call me at work. I kinda need it right now.
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[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.
{{{Aimee}}} I hope you hear good news about your grandfather soon.
Joins the righteous indignation corner too.
{{Aimee}} I'm sorry. I hope someone gets a clue without the sticking.
{{aimee}} stoopid people for not telling you what is going on.
and in mememe news
I have a new water heater! and hot water!
and my neighbor dyed my hair ! ( she did a great job)
sadly part of my kitchen table is dyed too. If I can figure out how to get if off guess what I get to do this weekend.
Aimee, I am righteously indignant on your behalf.
Today's work-related neologism:
FRUSTACULAR.
Since the DOCUMENT FROM HELL was completed, work has actually gotten WORSE.
ION, someone I know from MSFT pretty much demanded that I submit my resume because they'd "snap me up in a heartbeat." I don't really want to work for The Evil Empire, but I'm considering it.
I hope your grandfather is okay, and that your family gets a clue about letting you know things, Aimee.
That happens all the time in my family. I'll hear "blah blah blah BIG NEWS YOU DIDN'T KNOW blah blah blah blah..."
And I say, "what!" and get back "Didn't anybody tell you?"
Apparently I'm supposed to be a mind reader at home as well as at work.
Oh, Aimee, that sucks. My parents used to do that to my brother and me when it came to my mom's hospitalizations (she has lupus), and I finally had to say, look, tell me everything, all the time. Please.
{{{Aimee}}}
Dear Famlies,
Listen to AmyLiz. Tell. Honestly, it is better.
me