Hugs to the Empress. I'm glad she at least got to see him and she didn't have to watch him linger. Now that the worst is over, she can start to heal.
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.
Thanks for posting, MM (and hey, good to see you!). My love to Aimee.
{{{{{{{Aimee}}}}}}}}
vw, I'm glad your boss is so cool and pro-you-taking-care-of-yourself. That is wonderful.
Much love headed Aimee's way. Thank you for letting us know, Joe.
And hugs to the Miracleman, for being stalwart standing fast.
((( Aimee)))
Much love and peach to Aimee and your family.
{{{Aimeé}}} Much peace to you and your family.
{{{Aimee}}} I'm so glad you got to be with him. Peace and strength to you and your family.
I'm sorry, Aimee; I'm glad you were there.
It turns out that not only are there baby games, there are adolescent games. Last time I took my daughter to the grocery store, I decided I was a vampire. I spent the rest of the time in the store with my head set at a menacing angle, looking pointedly at my daughter's neck. She responded with angry cries of "Mom! You're embarrassing me!"
You can also still zerbert an adolescent. Especially if the adolescent owns cropped shirts. The thrill of the hunt is greatly increased, and mighty giggles are still the reward. Together with cries of "Mooooom!"
Oh, Aims. I'm sorry you didn't have more time. Peaceful journey to Grandpa Starborn.