Ooh! Detached garage, with a windowed room over? Studio! Writing or art, or--or--knitting. Or anything, really. I've always wanted a space away from the house for hobbies or writing or stuff.
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's the weekend, right?
Not!Emily should be gone.
Yet, he's not.
I sure complain a lot.
I sure complain a lot.
Hush.
eta: I mean, stop with the self-depreciatory remarks, not stop talkin', because you don't complain a lot.
Hush.
Ok.
I need to go get food. Emily wants Wendy's for dinner (she's so easy sometimes), but it's raining. Actually, it's thunderstorming. I don't wanna go out in it.
Boy, I sure complain a lot :).
That is a lovely house, amych! I love the "library green".
that's the color that I'm going to paint my study/guest room.
That's the green I want to paint my dining room, if/once we get the accursed wall paper off. I wanted a red living room. Dh and I settled on a a reddish.
amy, I LOVE your house. I think though, you should call your nerd hole a nerd loft. It's time for the nerds to take off the Klingon uniform and come up in the world.
That's not the way out.
But... butt... I LIKE my Klingon costume. It's all cleavagey. It's like... a Battle Corset.
Very cute house, amych.
I fear that my entire house is a nerdhole, except perhaps the kitchen. Even the kitchen has an entire bookcase full of cookbooks and an excessive number of kitchen gadgets.
I'm dying of the non-F2F ick. Drink for me when I'm gone, dear Buffistas.
Beej! You got the kissing disease. It is good to have a solid diagnosis though and it's treatable and now you won't have to linger in the land of perpetually exhausted and crap-feeling. I'm wrapping you in the comfy blanket of heal-ma and giving you a steaming cup of all-better-now.
::sniff, cahough, sigh::
Thanks David, and everyone else for the lovely support. Me, the big, strong one,...am feeling very small and hairpat needy.
The doc gave me an antiviral that 'should make me feel better quicker." Any thoughts on Amantadine in the hivemind? (it sounds vaguely X-Men-y except I doubt it will give me handy ginsu knife mutations...at least I hope not.)
He recommended that I 'go to bed for a month'. I laughed dryly.
Since I am Pete (the upthread self-employment roll-call) only with a pooch and MONO, that is so not going to happen even remotely.
But. I'm feeling all forms of stout for getting on as well as I have.
I ran into Fella at the doctor's office. He's still not quite grasping the he-gave-it-to-me concept, but whatever. He whinged about how tired he is and wondered at how I keep going. "Yeah, well. I'm just a lot tougher than you." All I could think to say.
On another not, -t, I'm so sorry about your MiL's insensitivity. Surely she just wants you to be happy but, sheesh, way to be a brick. How is it that people are so oblivious to the feelings of others? That truly mystifies me. Good on you for being graciously violence-free.
News of interest to recent Slings & Arrows converts: S1 DVD release date is June 27.
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