'Shindig'
[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.
Actually, I want to come over and sit on your couch with you and maybe talk about how we should be cleaning. That sounds best.
I think this definitely needs to be on the to do someday soon list.
Okay, half hour of cleaning, then to the dentist, and then more cleaning.
Here I go, really.
Calli, we have the same birthday!
10/19 was a good day. Well, for us. I guess our moms might have found it a bit tiring.
half hour of cleaning, then to the dentist, and then more cleaning.
I'm trying to think of something encouraging to say, really. Um . . . maybe cleaning will take your mind off the dentist visit. Yeah.
I am, Aimee. As soon I get off my ass and get packed and on the road. Wedding tomorrow and wedding brunch on Sunday.
Awesome!
Kristin is every bit the imp she is rumored to be, for the record.Practice, practice.
Pete is, as ever, adorable. (THREAD HUNT THIS, MISTAH!)Heh. The context of this has to be shared. Last night at dessert (which, yes, was a separate restaurant than dinner), we started talking about trying to keep up with any of the threads on the board. Threadsucking vanity searches came up, which led to the following exchange:
Pete:
Whenever I search, I keep getting FredPete. Clearly he needs to change his name.
Kristin:
Why don't you just search for "husband"?
Plei:
Or "reason"?
Plei's DH:
Or "adorable"?
We all got death looks, but no one noticed because we were laughing so hard.
Calli, if it was a random person, I would think:
c) Why is this person showing me her hip and tattoo?
If it were you, I'd think, SHINY!
Aimee (and any other LAistas) I think we will be free for lunch tomorrow if that works for getting together. I'll check in tonight when we get to the hotel and see if we can maybe make plans.
For the record, Pony Express "High Caffeine" coffee, not that exciting.
Oh craptastic. I'm working all day tomorrow!
BOOO!
Well, the potent ~ma seems to have worked for the credit card company...we'll see if they put a hold on my card again in 3 months, but the nice lady swore it was all fixed.
As for the biopsy results, dunno yet. Got referred to another doctor for a third opinion, but amazingly she had a slot available on Monday, and my main doctor will see me Tuesday and somehow miraculously they aren't going on August vacation. I don't think it's serious (except when I start googling, when I get convinced it's FATAL), but I appear to have an "extremely unusual pathology."
So, to comfort myself, I surfed around to find a new Stitch pin for Mallory's backpack, and instead found this: [link] Retail therapy is my god.
A viking ship tattoo sounds wonderful!
Accomplished so far today: 4 minutes of typing.
Interrupted by: Numerous phone calls left by people who (a) had lost faxes that I'd sent them weeks ago and needed me to dig up 9-page reports, reprint them and refax them in order to save someone else's ass; (b) needed me not to send a particular report to them but to some other hospital but they didn't know where at that hospital so could I call them back, but when I called them back I got nothing but endless voicemail; (c) a parent who was worried that giving her child a Valium before a lengthy procedure would CHANGE THE SHAPE OF THE CHILD'S HEART and could I please close down my office and take a 7-flight hike to another building so I could interrupt another doctor who was scrubbed for a procedure to ask him through a little glass window if their kid could take a Valium without having a freaky wrong-shaped heart, and if I didn't do this the parent would just cancel the whole procedure, which took 4 months to schedule in the first place; (d) the same parent calling back to say that an hour before the procedure the place had called to say they couldn't do what they'd promised they could do after all, and now everything is fubar and how will this impact the child's upcoming BOAT TRIP? and (e) the whiniest, most entitled and snively 6-figure-earning doctor in our division, bitching me out for some extra paperwork MY BOSS left on his desk.
Still to accomplish: Almost an hour's worth of typing.
Plans for the afternoon: Jury duty.
Analysis: Oh my dear and ever-loving Lord I need a bucket of martinis. If the Halloweenie really loved me, she'd concur.