Aw, Trudy, BTDT.
'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
{{{{Trudy}}}} Dallas is going to be okay. I decree it.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EPIC!
Wow, to Daniel and Windsparrow--I can't believe it's been a year! Congrats!
I finally fell asleep around 3AM and then slept until noon. Oops. I really have to work on this time zone thing. Gram is on her way home from the hospital with Mom as I type. My dogs are still cute. In fact, turns out that DexH has taught Sasha (the younger) to play Frisbee, which is the coolest thing ever. I always wanted a Frisbee dog! She leaps into the air and snatches it! Zoe (the older) is still content with her tennis ball. They are awesome and I love them.
My plans for the week appear to be taking shape, though I'm at a loss as to how to see everyone I want to see. I still don't have the final date/time for the bank closing, which would be helpful.
DexH will be home some time today. I haven't seen him since Labor Day last year. I'm dreading it. Hopefully it won't be terrible.
Um...didn't need to be said twice.
So...
In conclusion, let's drink Fernet and make out.
(Which, now that I think about it, could be shortened to "SF2F".)
In conclusion, let's drink Fernet and make out.
WOOHOO! Perfect time for me to catch up!
{{Kristin}}
Happy Birthday Epic!
Congrats Daniel and Andi!
{{{Kristin}}}
I have internet back at home, so it's possible I will maintain some modicum of sanity. The DH has been a little afraid that he'd come home to find me jacked in, Bejewled cascading down the monitor Matrix-like, and the baby wearing the cat as a diaper and living off of whatever he can reach on the lowest shelf of the fridge. Which I think is feta cheese and cherry juice.
Happy Solstice!
feta cheese and cherry juice.
Calcium and vitamin C. He's all set.
I have managed to drag all the laundry into Mom's house but not yet downstairs where the washer and dryer actually are. This is so much easier when she is not down at her beach house for the summer.
Dear God,
Please just let my head explode. It'll hurt less.
Ta ever so,
Aimee
I cut through the green market on the way to the post office and my throat decided it could handle a knish, some apple cake, and some fresh strawberries. That's like lunch, right?
The vet called. Dallas is awake. The surgery went well. It came in on the high-end of the estimate. Anybody want to buy a prospective first-born?