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[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.
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)))
((Cass)))
EVEN after the get a firm diagnosis. NO GOOGLE. None.
Listen to the Plei, for she is wise.
They have very tasty chi-chi sliders at the Peninsula. Three eeny ones, taller than they are wide. One with gorgonzola, one with brie, and one with aged cheddar. Teh Yum.
Cass, 'ma to you and your family. And no googling.