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.
We had a really good and easy dinner, and a nice day. Even though it wasn't so different from a normal day for me, it still felt like a holiday, which is always good.
The only wrinkle was that the windstorm, which has been threatening on and off for days, hit with a vengeance last night. For some reason, Mal's room was the loudest, sounding like a whole pack of coyotes with their tails caught in blenders. And the house, made of poured concrete, was shaking. Things kept hitting the side of the house, and there are no trees that high off the ground, so we figured it was a selection of cats and small dogs. Mallory, who was so exhausted, kept being woken up by the shrieking or the thumping, so we put the bassinet in the Pack and Play and he camped out in the TV room, with the "ocean noise" CD on. I think he quit howling around midnight.
I'm trying to talk the DH into going Christmas shopping today, seeing as how it's a traditional American thing to do, and yet stores won't be any more crowded than usual.
I've already been asleep a bit and Thanksgiving was loverly. But the snot monster is apparently a cold so I just dosed it and should be going back to sleep soon.
Zoo tomorrow. Seems much more reasonable than shopping.
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And I am amusingly just like Mal. I have put on some soothing cosmos show to lull me back to sleep. Pretty stars...
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Hiccups are not really funny. Bad diaphram, no respiration. But I can hear mom snoring so it's not as bad since I am not keeping her up. I'm just twitching with the hiccups and hoping they go away and I go to sleep.
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Frell it. Just took an Ambien. (I cough, I sneeze and when the floods roll back, I might slay this dumb cold) I could be a zombie tomorrow but cold-y snot monster might take care of that for me already. Now some snooze... Puppycat is half under my nightstand, looking out into the hall. Maybe she is protecting me. Maybe she's looking at fuzz. It's a quandry...
Thank you for being here.
Your post was lovely, Cindy. Thank you as well. More than I can adequately say right now.
Am not back asleep, which kinda sucks. I think the various pharmacuticals are finally taking effect though, so future sleep is looking more promising. Dumb old snot monster invited some virus friend and did NOT get permission first.
Now watching something on Da Vinci and the Shroud of Turin. I have no idea if it is making any sense though. I think they just said that being a vegetarian was as unacceptable as being homosexual in the church at that time. The wha???
Deena!!! The house is so pretty. Tons of house~ma to you.
I am up headed out shopping like one of the crazy people in a little bit, and then I have to go to work.
Dave survived Thanksgiving with my family. It was a really wonderful holiday, the best I can remember having in a long, long time. Dinner was fabulous (my mother does way too much), and no one tortured Dave with marriage talk or the like. My stepfather's niece is pregnant! I am so excited for her. She miscarried this time last year, and then had a difficult time getting pregnant again, so she and her husband is tentatively excited.
Deena!!! The house is so pretty. Tons of house~ma to you.
I said it before but it bears repeating...
I am up headed out shopping like one of the crazy people in a little bit,
Can someone translate this into Cass for me? It makes no sense as is.
I think I am adequately medicated for the nonce so that sleep is once again in my future.
So apparently getting horrifically drunk and playing Trivial Pursuits is part of the Thanksgiving tradition. Who knew?
Hey, that's my family's tradition too! Except my parents split the duties: my mom got drunk and my dad kicked ass at Trivial Pursuit.
Thank you, Cindy!
Thanksgiving went well for me. I went to my parents' place, put up and decorated their Christmas tree, put up some other decorations, cooked the Thanksgiving dinner, did the dishes, went home, collapsed with a shot of scotch, and read fic until my back decided not to hate me.
Now that Mom's off the chemo her hair is starting to come back, and she has the cutest half inch of silver fuzz on her head. Dad has made good on his 30-year-long threat to grow a beard and it acutally looks pretty good on him. My dinner kicked ass--just Thanksgiving day basics (turkey, stuffing, waldorf salad, rolls, pie) but they all turned out pretty well.
Now I'm at work in a nearly empty office. I like the quiet.
Now I'm at work in a nearly empty office. I like the quiet.
Me too. Or at least as quiet as it can be with a Robbie Williams CD playing.
Commuter traffic was almost non-existent.
Is it Robbie Williams that killed the thread, or easy commuter traffic?
