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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.
"Yeah, she smokes. And she wonders why she doesn't have a job OR a man!"
Oh, har. Relatives can suck. Really, at that point your sister really needs to embrace the stereotype, smoking at all times, putting cigarettes out on the soles of her shoes, showing up for family breaskfasts with a six pack, and possibly consider getting a mullet. Or a mullet wig. (so's not to actually jeopardize the man or job having)
~ma for your day, vw.
Fay, you are fabulous. This is why the universe sent you baby!Giles to enjoy the hotness of. Also
These are the same kind of idiot 'Look At How Much Money I Have' people who come to a Carol Concert at their kids school and bring their Saiamese Cat with them, because said cat is an expensive show-off thing to own.Ya know, having a cat whose heritage is part Siamese, I do wonder if it might sometimes be a case of "can't bloody pry the cat off my arm to leave". Which is to say, I have no idea why anyone else would haul their cats around to school concerts, but if I did, it would be simply because Harvey had decided he was not done being held when I went out the door. Although the truth is, Harvey is much clingier to Daniel than he is to me, so it would be really eccentric among other adjectives to boot.
Hugs, health and breathing~ma for vw and Chris. Really, if you are going to go and create disease in your head pick something less painful!
Coffee and Nebulizer make for one shaky vw.
I was concerned that Brendon might have consumed some of the little dose bottles of Albutrin and called a doc friend. He asked about his behavior and I said he was sleeping. He laughed and told me there is no way he'd be sleeping more likely he'd be bouncing off the walls.
Yikes, gotta get a kid to school...
take care, vw.
Fay, {shudder} at the kids at the gym. There's one day a week when the kidlets are at my pool, and it is distracting and sort of unnerving. They're all in a group being herded by swim coaches/counselors, so it's not so bad, but I feel VERY self concious in the locker room, like if I'm naked (which is what happens in the locker room) then I'm being a child abuser or something. Blah. That's really the part I hate.
In other news, I took today off (cleared it with my boss yesterday, no problem) to get the house in ship shape. I woke up with the beginnings of a cold. Argh! Also, I'm stressed because I will need to take off another day for this stupid interview, the week after next. I dread trying to finesse that.
Just did nebulizer number 2 for the morning. I've decided to stay home and go to the doctor today.
This is getting old. Really, really old.
Do you have any theories why this is happening so badly this winter? Physical triggers or weather stuff and such? I'm really sorry.
A friend suggested this morning that maybe it's connected to the Nor'Easters, since there was one in November too.
I really don't know. I wish I did. Maybe then I could better prevent the attacks.
it's hard to prevent weather related triggers. I didn't mean for my question to insinuate other wise, please know that.
I think I've been hanging out with Tom too long, I'm adapting his stance of, "I feel helpless that someone I care about is suffering, how can we FIX THE ROOT of the problem??? I need hard data!"
Of course, a lot of stuff doesn't work like that. {{vw}}
I think I've been hanging out with Tom too long, I'm adapting his stance of, "I feel helpless that someone I care about is suffering, how can we FIX THE ROOT of the problem??? I need hard data!"
You're a man, baybee!
Which is to say, I have no idea why anyone else would haul their cats around to school concerts, but if I did, it would be simply because Harvey had decided he was not done being held when I went out the door.
But you see, you're operating from a context in which cat lovers get cats. And in which if you see a cat on the street? It's somebody's cat.
In Egypt, normal people don't have pets. There are gazillions of wild cats and dogs roaming the streets, and this will continue to be the case because in Egypt it's all tabboo and terrible to have your pet 'done'. (Expats do it, but Egyptians mostly regard this as appalling cruelty. Let's just remind ourselves that in this country cliterodectomy is still reasonably widespread in both the Christian and Muslim populations. Let's marvel at that little juxtaposition.) Anyhoo, Egyptians with pets are rich Egyptians, and their pets are status symbols. Their cats are not regular 'baladi' (local) cats, such as my own wee Daniel; no no, their pets are like designer gear with a pulse. Furry wee status symbols of impeccable lineage. Given that most people here (the poor being the majority) don't get to eat meat very often themselves, the whole Marie Antoinettishness of having an obscenely expensive animal that you buy special meat for...well, it's pretty stark.
Um.
Therein lies the whole Siamese Cat thing. (Said cat being, incidentally, a remarkably biddable and well mannered wee cat. Which is just as well, because in its place MY cat would have been freaking out bigtime.)