will not fucking kill my husband.
took my fucking keys to work with him. only set. extra keys are $100.
he's on his way home now.
and it occurs to me. This is the 2nd time he's done this.
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will not fucking kill my husband.
took my fucking keys to work with him. only set. extra keys are $100.
he's on his way home now.
and it occurs to me. This is the 2nd time he's done this.
Can I wear my hospital pants to work? They're just SO comfy! Also, they say MGH on the ass, which just cracks me up.
Aimee, you can kill him. I give you permission.
Bad MM!! No biscuit!!
Interesting , vw. I believe you when you say your care is bad and I believe you when you say it is good. IOWords, I feel that if you complain - it isn't just whineing. Sadly, you know how the ER works. You know it will be a long time before you see anyone. So I trust you when you feel ignored. or dismissed. So that's why I want to thawp them. and I even know that last night could have been a bad night for the nurse that wasn't so good. I want to give the other nurse a hug and flowers. She saw you .
DH did that once. the good part, whenever I can't find my keys - he now looks throught his stuff quickly, without saying "but I don't have them"
Oh my little bug, I am so sorry.
I am back at work and am going to try and work a half day. Wish me luck!
Empress, don't kill MM, he's too cute to die bloody.
My husband refuses to use any kind of key chain. He carries all of his keys -- work, home, car -- loose. It's one of those things that makes me crazy, even though it really has nothing to do with me.
{{{vw}}} I think you can wear whatever you like to work.
My left ear is plugged up from the cold. Sometimes I forget and hold the phone to that ear -- hilarity ensues.
(((vw)))
I was at the hospital this morning having blood work done (checking to see if the thyroid medication is starting to work). While I was there a girl freaked out and fainted. She was recovering just as I sat down, right across from her. I hope she didn't watch as I was siphoned.
So I got to work late and I'm leaving early to go to a doctor's appointment. I'm such a slacker.
Megan, did she freak out at a blood draw? Poor thing.
Aimee, can you add something like a big, pink fuzzy bunny to your keyring so MM will be able to id them?
Maybe a small tiara.
Megan, did she freak out at a blood draw? Poor thing.
Oh yeah. They sent her out to get a muffin and calm down and promised her express service when she got herself back together. They were very good to her. Made a boring visit a little more exciting for me too.