{{{JenP}}} All the ~ma you need. Here's to quick and effective treatments.
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Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Ugh. The steroids are doing their thing today. I want to eat everything in sight. It's crazy!
That must be frustrating, vw.
Not to compare you to him but...it reminds me of when my friends' dog Cowsalingo was on steroids and he ate EVERYTHING he could get into. Including a full bag of flour. And he was a black lab. Funny because he wasn't my dog to clean up.
Bwah! That's pretty funny...especially when you don't have to clean up after him.
So far today I've eaten oatmeal, a smoothie, and now I"m having a sandwhich. At least I'm being healthy, but still...
Now I want a bowl of chili. This is ridiculous.
Yesterday, I tried to get both babies to sleep at the same time. While Olivia was sleeping Owen and I laid down on the couch. I put in a Winnie the Pooh movie and hoped he'd drift off for a nap. About five minutes I started to doze off and he yelled, "WAKE UP!" I have no idea where he learned that.
I'll have to try to get a picture of the kids in their Mardi Gras beads today.
Pancakes sound good for supper.
Sign the day is not going to go well:
- When, ten minutes into covering someone's first period class, what starts out as a little leak in the ceiling turns into a gushing flood of yellow water.
It is now cold and humid and I think enough mold was released to kill me ded.
I feel better today - but I still am going to stay home. I have a very suspicious cough.
ETA: I think this means my day is starting better than others. and really, I don't feel great.
BACK OFF UNIVERSE
I have a very suspicious cough.
Does it interrogate you other bodily functions, beth?
Back from the doctor, I have a 5 day course of anti-b's, hooray. (usually UTIs warrant 3 days of Bactrim, for me). Also, I swooped back in the office in time to make my last minute meeting, and do you know why? BECAUSE I AM AWESOME. Or something.
Also, I am hoping I don't peter out this afternoon because I really, really, really want to go out for a romantic dinner in the North End with Tom tonight. And, you know, enjoy it.
Gronk.
No Packzi to be found in my usual perambulations, but I'm sure I'll be able to console myself at one of the Italian bakeries.
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My day is fine, if gronk-filled. I actually remember to make, and (this is the important bit) bring my coffee with me this morning.