Anya ,'Bring On The Night'
[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.
Is anyone around that can google med stuff for me? Just the basic information really.
Like, say if an elderly woman likely had colon cancer that had matastisized into her bones...
(And we are still waiting for a lot of tests, this is just what it is looking like right now.)
I don't think I should be out there looking on my own just yet.
So far I have
been social at the cafe
mailed three packages
found the gift for DH
caught up here
took care of important emails
gone grocery shopping
emptied and refilled the diswasher.
I need to:
wrap two more set of presents - one to be mailed
make a dent in the chaos that is the back room ( mostly for my peace of mind)
I want to:
Make truffles
look up Stollen recipes
work on my S.S. gift
remember why lemons where on my grocery list.
but I think I might watch some TV.
OMG, they invented an upscale slider. It sounds so yum. Somebody in NY needs to try one.
remember why lemons where on my grocery list.
To go with hot Dr. Pepper?
Damnit, I forgot to buy stamps!
There goes my brilliant plan of mailing out my holiday cards tomorrow morning. (My local post office is in Red Hook. The neighborhood is no longer as rough as its reputation would have you believe, but it's still a hell of a long walk in December.)
[eta: Hec, I promise to eat a chi-chi slider for you the very next time I'm in Bloomingdales. Pinkie swear.]
I think I am going to grab a quick nap and head up some friends for the evening. There is a promise of a fire, some wine and generally being comfortable.
I am scared to pieces about my grandma but there really isn't a damn thing I can do tonight.
So I will nap and actually put myself in the presence of other people. It's better than staying home, Googling and freaking myself out.
So I will nap and actually put myself in the presence of other people. It's better than staying home, Googling and freaking myself out.
Very wise. I'll be thinking good thoughts for your grandmother.
[eta: Hec, I promise to eat a chi-chi slider for you the very next time I'm in Bloomingdales. Pinkie swear.]
Phew - thanks, Jess. Good to know you're there for me.
I'm going to need a review too.
Cass, no Google allowed.
EVEN after the get a firm diagnosis. NO GOOGLE. None.
People are good. Have people.
(((Cass)))