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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.
Timelies!
In the long-term longing thing, my sister may hold the record, although she's the one who dumped him. Guy she went to high school with, and dated for a while, will still get in touch to tell her she's the only woman he's ever loved. He's been married twice, divorced both because they weren't my sister.
They graduated from high school in 1974.
Dear Makers of Pet Care Products:
Please to not be naming dog grooming tools "The Love Glove." Ta ever so, and I'll be billing you for the brain bleach.
Me.
Skipped like a bunny, but just saw the pictures from Tahoe. Egad, Emmet is such a... boy now. He's all grown up!
Cash, on the stomach bug front: it can take an infant/toddler a lot longer to back to normal after the stomach flu. I bet the barfing this morning was because of the milk. Just give him water & pedialyte at first, then if that sits fine, you might want to consider soy milk or rice milk for a few days. With Franny, we sometimes had to keep her on soy milk for a couple of weeks after a bout of the flu.
I got the "I made a terrible mistake and I still love you" from my ex too, after he left me. I told him that that ship had not only sailed, but was also at the bottom of the ocean.
Poor Owen and poor Owen's parents. May all of the barfing people feel better.
The monkey approves.
Teacup Guy and I had the most wonderful belated Valentine's dinner last night, and were even able to sleep in today. It was very nice.
{{{Owen}}} I hope the little guy feels better soon.
{{{Teppy}}} Cipro is the worst of the antibotics as far as stomach upset. I hope you're feeling better soon.
juliana, there are no words. Sorry.
The source of evil was defeated.
There are still evil saplings to be slain though. After I launder the towels.
Dear Makers of Pet Care Products:
Please to not be naming dog grooming tools "The Love Glove." Ta ever so, and I'll be billing you for the brain bleach.
Me.
Dear Kitchen Gadget Hawking Infomerical:
Please re-name The Magic Bullet. *I* know its a wee blender. NOW I know its a wee blender. The fact that I had to spend several days listenting to my Mom tell several people "I got E______ a Magic Bullet for her 16th Birthday!" "Oh, E______ just LOVES the Magic Bullet I got her for her Sweet Sixteen" "E______ said she would share her Magic Bullet with the rest of the family -- isn't that sweet?" and the like without snorting. to. death. truly gives me the right to make this request.
Emotionally Scarred Me
Thanks, guys! I'm still waiting to hear all the details about the offer, which is why I haven't posted in Beep Me just yet.
sj, it's good to see Teacup Guy's still in the picture.
I had a celebratory chocolate almond milkshake.
Also, just as I predicted, the fact that I have a job has kicked off the search for my wife.
Oh dear.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire, eh, P-C?