Fun...barely remember this, but I used to like it.
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.
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Financial Aid thing is worked out. I'll explain more later, 'cause I don't really have time now, but I am SO relieved!
Also, boss just LOVED the baby hats. I'm so excited!
Yay, vw! I am relieved for you.
Yay, vw!
It's a beautiful day outside and my motivation appears to be lying out in the sun getting a tan.
One of my amazon marketplace books sold today. Yay. Every little bit is going to help until this move is over.
Yay vw!!!
Jealous of Ginger's sunshine. It is icky here. I'm so tired of the rain. I need baseball and softball and little league ball....
I'm in the midst of a freak out. Yesterday my pediatrician voiced some concern that Olivia's noisy breathing may be a condition called laryngomalacia--which is basically a floppy airway. However, she's gaining weight just fine and she doesn't seem to be affected by it.
He said he'd consult with another doctor to see what would be the best test to confirm this diagnosis. He was supposed to call me back yesterday to discuss our options but instead, I get a call TODAY from their scheduler telling me what time they had scheduled Olivia's UPPER GI!!
Now I'm wigging out because this procedure is uncomfortable and I'm worried about putting her through it if the condition isn't serious. WTF? I'm in tears just thinking about them sticking a tube down her throat and strapping her down for x-rays.
And I'm pissed at my doctor for making this kind of decision without my knowledge or consent or even telling me what our options are.
Hello, lovely Bitches!
Yay, vw! I'm so pleased that things are taking a turn for the better. Looks like we won't need to start hunting for that Hellmouth under your bedroom after all. Really, the damage to the floors would've been problematic, to say the least.
Sell, sell, sell, sj! And if you get more cash than you were expecting, feel free to book a flight to SF.
I have cramps from Hell and would like a heating pad, asap.
It is icky here. I'm so tired of the rain. I need baseball and softball and little league ball....
Preach it. Emmett's home from school with his fever. Also, his left index fingernail is thoroughly dark purple. I wonder if it's going to fall off...
The silver lining is that Emmett won't miss a game because of his fever and his finger. It'll be rained out. You know something is amiss when your good luck is the lesser of two bad lucks.
GC, I'm unsurprised that you're hurting after a night out with Juliana.
Jen, I can't tell you how eager I am to see you in May and wrap you up in hugs.
Good health and good luck, vw.