Mmm, Halo music.
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
It would not be insane to pop a single Tylenol in with the ibuprofen. The simplistic explanation for how Tylenol works is that it tries to convince the brain that nothing is hurting; whereas aspirin, ibu, and other NSAIDs try to convince the hurting place to act like nothing is wrong. So the combo is sometimes helpful.
This is good timing for me. I just got home from The Boy's house -- I didn't stay over tonight, b/c my back, which has been giving me grief all day, is really hurty (NOT due to anything The Boy did). I think I'll throw a Tylenol in with the ibuprofen.
Timelies!
Yup. That's all I've got this morning. Oh, that and I need to get my ass in gear and start laundry. It's gonna be a busy day!
Okay, I misremember. Is today Mother's Day over there or is it next weekend?
Hey there, Ms Bug!!!
How much do I love Gillian Anderson?
Lots.
Oh, I wantwantwant my laptop to recognise CDs, so I can load all my music onto Rodney The iPod. And I wantwantwant to be able to transfer lots and lots of vids onto Rodney The iPod, because it is So. Damned. Cool. And yet for some reason I could only make 4 of them iPod-friendly.
pouts
t / Firstworld Traumas
Also? I have the BEST new shoes! Claret red, covered in beads and sequins and Chinese designs. They rock rock ROCK. And they match one of my handbags perfectly, to the point that even Grade One boys have been complimenting me on the black/claret/crimson Chinese'n'shiny things ensemble today. Go me!
Is today Mother's Day over there or is it next weekend?
It's next weekend.
Hey, FAY!
Excellent. I told le Bloke I'd remind him and I was afraid I'd forgotten.
You're all good then.
It's next weekend.
Oh, thank doG... I was just trying to remember the same thing.
I was reminded by the pile of Mother's Day ads and articles in the paper yesterday and today. As usual, not one of the things advertised are things my mother would actually want. Lingerie? She wears flannel pajamas and we've already bought her enough to last until 2050. A kayak? She's 80, she's afraid of water and she can't swim. Flowers? She complains about the cost.
I think I'm just making a card.