joins trudy in the go nora dance
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
dances in an ever-so-slightly dirty manner with beth
Partial victories. I sent E-mail to Will's teacher explaining the situation and she wrote back agreeing to give him partial credit this one time only.
::waves battered banner::
Excellent, Betsy!
wheee!
Go Betsy! Maybe he'll pay more attention from now on, poor little guy.
Whee for Nora! Yay!
And yay for vw breathing and PCPs who write angry letters, and suzi's lovely day. Boo for concussions and migraines and headaches and other assorted pains.
I'm going to bed. It's been a kick-it-in-the-'nads day here, too. Love you guys.
Yay for Nora's brilliance! Woo hoo!! Curious about the song...
Betsy, wave that battered banner with pride! Excellent news.
I'm going to bed. It's been a kick-it-in-the-'nads day here, too.
Sleep ~ma and better day tomorrow ~ma to you, Deena.
General ~ma to all the Bitches, actually. {{{Bitches}}} Just because.
Now that I have some hindsight, I can see that I over-over-over-over-over-reacted yesterday.
I feel really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really stupid.
Ugh.
I had this thought this morning, and now I'm having it again. It's getting to be that thoughtful time of year, and I thought it would be reassuring to mention one really nifty thing that happened to each of us this year.
For me, it was seeing Billy Idol in concert, barely ten feet away. Plus getting to go to the eyeglasses place later and saying, "Well, my sunglasses got bent in the mosh pit at the Warped Tour" and seeing looks of respect.
I got my dream job.