Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
Oh, I'd love to retract my RSVP, but she's still miffed at me for not going to her wedding, and I have to work with her. Dammit. Although entertaining, she's a very self-centered person, and now that she's had her first baby (got pregnant on the honeymoon, for heaven's sake), she's insufferable. Every word is about the baby (who, granted, is a sweetie) or what a sublime experience motherhood is, with the implication that being a mommy makes her better than us who ain't. I'm happy that her life is just what she wanted and her baby is cute, but damn. I spent over $100 on her baby shower, now I gotta bring MORE presents?
Sorry. Ranting. I'd be calmer if I weren't broke.
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Punctuation a-plenty to them as needs it - so sorry, perishing inevitability of no internet at home and kids all day at school.
One quick question to Juliana/them as knows - who is
Corb?
Would I like them? I need more country music.
Corb Lund, and yes [link]
Want me to send you some?
Breaking out of my miff to say welcome back, Toddson. Some scary shit you just went through; glad to see you're okay.
The first words out of her mouth *should* have been, "she's going to be ok."
My cousin and I start every call about our grandmother with, "Mimi's fine." In fact, I got that call this morning, "Mimi's fine. She was having some issues and they think she may have had a heart attack, but dad says the tests are normal."
There's also the part where everybody in the family has a different story about what someone's medical condition is. This family contains the same grandmother (the one in the hospital) who told me my uncle was decapitated, but was doing fine now.
Thanks everyone for the talking last night. Mostly recovered, but it's a subject I'd like to revisit with Mr. H when emotions aren't so high.
Shoot, that was everyone at CJ's school last year. Most phone conversations started with "CJ is fine and not in trouble..." When they didn't start that way, I knew to start packing up at work cause I'd have to buzz over to the school.
They are Canadian! I love them already!
Lee, if you
could
send me some to thingsinvisibletosee at gmail dot com that would be FABulous! Thank you!
(Was walking to school this morning all but dancing to
The Devil Came Down To Georgia,
and thought to self, self, you need more country music.)
I'll send you several songs.
vw?
Totally
beep-worthy. Congrats on getting out of there at last!
Awwww...thanks amych!
My feet hurt, but other than that I'm good. I had SUCH troupers helping me. I don't know what I would have done without them. 'Specially since the landlords were kind of watching over us the whole time. That was weird, but whatever.
My cab driver was kind of cute. We were driving down my new street, and he said, "What is this place called again?" I said, "Roslindale." He said, "Seems nice. Quiet. Not like that crazy corner you used to live on."