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.
Dad is still in hospital, this morning's attempt at jump-starting his irregular heartbeat did not work, apparently. They're going to try medication for a few days, then some similar-but-different jumpstart procedure. Or so my mom says.
Meanwhile, got out to my car this morning and it wouldn't start because I'd left the light on.
Can I get some calm, relaxed, fun -ma for the weekend? Cause all the stress is not fun.
YAY for Raq having a job!
That whole sitch with my sister from the other day just got even worse.
Ooh, so sorry. Sending smiting-vibes.
They also want to change me from hourly to salaried at the end of the year, with a nice bump in $
As long as they make up for the fact that you must be getting MAD overtime right now...
It's never too late to hug!
meara, car~ma and dad~ma and fun~ma to you.
Kara watched Monsters, Inc. a couple of days ago, and since we've tifauxed it, a couple of times since. After watching it the first time, she declared that she's Randall. For those of you who might not have seen the movie, that's a bad guy. Aidan and Kara have been sick, and Tonight, Greg was telling her that Kara had to eat her veggies to help her antibodies, and described germs and such... really fascinated her, except...
Kara: I'm not Kara, I'm Randall!
Greg: Kara! Randall! Whatever! Eat your vegetables!
Kara: But I'm not Kara! I'm Randall! Randal doesn't eat veggies!
Deena: Kara, when we're talking seriously to you, you need to stop playing and be Kara. After we're done, then you can go back to pretending.
Kara: Okay,
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when you talk to me, I will pretend to be Kara.
I think that was a compromise. At least she ate half of her vegetables.
I think that was a compromise. At least she ate half of her vegetables
That counts as one of the great victories, my dear.
Yay MG! Ya got money! Go Suzi! You're an asset!! Woooo and congratulations, girlfriend. It's wonderful to see good things coming your way, you soooo deserve them.
I have a hard time believing that one pill and one drink = coma risk. Night of immoderate partying with multiples of both, sure, I believe that could cause some damage. Note that I also believed during a dinner party way back when that half a glass of wine on top of a huge meal would be only a little bit naughty for someone in an advanced state of pregnancy. Fortunately the boy seems to have turned out OK. Clearly, however, I am an irresponsible drug abuser, hide the children, quick!
Kara: Okay, when you talk to me, I will pretend to be Kara.
I love that child. I'll admit, I'm very thankful that I'm not her mom, but I adore her.
I'll admit, I'm very thankful that I'm not her mom, but I adore her.
Pretty much every time I find myself doubled over with kidlet adoration, there's a whole lot of relief in there too. Kara would kill me ded, but lord, she's a delight to hear about. How magical.
What Jilli said. Too. Funny.
-ma and vibes and love and congrats to all who deserve and need them
All the ~ma you need meara.
Yay Suzi! Not only do you rock, but they know it!
Juliana, if they won't let you have the booze, have some chocolate and flowers.
Alas, my stabby pains in the temple were caused by caffeine. I miss it so.
Tonight I'm baking a cherry cake from my grandma Helen's recipe. I have her yellow Pyrex bowl deployed for the project. We'll have cake and a load of chicken from El Pollo Loco for MIL's 82nd Bday party here tomorrow. These things all make me happy.
Raptorgirl, well. She has lots of sweet to go with all the zazz. The girl is a handful but I do declare she makes up some good stuff, my dear Deena.
All of the possible calm, relaxed, fun~ma and dad~ma for you meara.
I have a hard time believing that one pill and one drink = coma risk. Night of immoderate partying with multiples of both, sure, I believe that could cause some damage. Note that I also believed during a dinner party way back when that half a glass of wine on top of a huge meal would be only a little bit naughty for someone in an advanced state of pregnancy. Fortunately the boy seems to have turned out OK. Clearly, however, I am an irresponsible drug abuser, hide the children, quick!
KB and I believe as one on this. My best friend's OB let her have half a glass one wine during at least the last trimester. She looked so cute with a wineglass on her belly. And her three babies turned out just fine.
Pretty much every time I find myself doubled over with kidlet adoration, there's a whole lot of relief in there too. Kara would kill me ded, but lord, she's a delight to hear about. How magical.
Unshocking, ita is me. I just talked with my nephew too. He's a delight but damn... Just damn.
