Fuck. Poor Emmett. What a nightmare, Hec.
Plei, two things: 1. WHITEFONT the nail drilling and 2. if I injure myself, I am driving to Seattle for minor emergency surgical needs.
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Fuck. Poor Emmett. What a nightmare, Hec.
Plei, two things: 1. WHITEFONT the nail drilling and 2. if I injure myself, I am driving to Seattle for minor emergency surgical needs.
He seems okay now, and is eating tater tots. Just as well tomorrow's game is rained out. Might just be a bad bruise.
What a nightmare, Hec.
Your kid screaming in pain? Awful.
Your kid screaming in pain and trapped? Aiyiyi.
Just horrible. I hope it's just a bruise thing and that Emmett feels better soon. And that you don't hear him screaming like that again because it must just rip your heart out.
Also? I want tater tots now.
And that you don't hear him screaming like that again because it must just rip your heart out.
Yeah, I hope we don't ever have to top the broken nose experience with the screams of agony, and blood gushing everywhere all over me and the paramedic ride to the hospital. How much fun was that?
More fun than one dad can stand, I think.
More fun than one dad can stand, I think.
I was fine at the time, but I felt freakin' traumatized all weekend. I just felt like the adrenaline levels wouldn't come down. Yeesh.
This seems to be not so bad after all. He's busy playing Ms. Pac-Man now.
::does some deep breathing exercises::
Basta this too.
Aw, poor Emmett Poor Hecubus. (gives car door very dirty look)
I'm watching my A's on tv AIFG.
{{{Emmett}}} and {{{Hec}}}
I'm watching my A's on tv AIFG.
Are they winning? Winning is good.