I killed Bitches with my heart. My achy breaky heart.
'Bushwhacked'
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 wasn't the heart, Kristin, it was the mullet that killed the thread.
Crumbs, Sophia. So terribly sorry for you and for the cat. And I agree with Bev about the doctor-seeing.
To Fay:
Loom
Sophia, I'm so sorry. that must be heartbreaking, as well as terrifying.
I'm so sorry, Sophia.
ION, gronk.
The past few days, I've shifted from being four hours off schedule to just taking a bunch of three-hour naps throughout the day, rather than sleeping all at once at night. Really not an improvement here.
Argh!
EVIL, damn it!
Yes indeed, Fay. Big Damn Evil.
Hiya!
sighs
Meanwhile, I seem to be vanquishing the Jetlag Monster! Go me!
cereal post?
Aimee, LOVED the pics of the princess in the garden, btw! BLESS!