I'm glad you didn't have to serve on the jury, Suzi.
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.
Mad vet appt this morning (tremble alert) and brought one of the carriers out. I am pretending that Kittenish is going to be okay, because she has to be okay.
Now I need to shower and look presentable in an hour or so.
Don't wanna do this. Want to avoid. A lot.
Disclaimer: She might just be old but she's been different to the point I am willing to try and catch her, cage her and shuffle her off to the vet. Might be nothing. Lizard brain disbelieves.
{{{Cass}}} ~ma to the kittenish and calm~ma to you.
{{{{Cass}}}}
{{{{Kittenish}}}}
{{{{Cass's Lizard Brain}}}}
For not being a sister in real life, I apparently have it down in dreams. Heh.
You were an awesome sister! You made me look good for our grandmother's 75th birthday party. And you were so funny. You said, "Every woman has to have a trademark. Mine is this single curl in the middle of my forehead." and then you made the curl like John Travolta in Grease.
{{{Cassiepants and Kittenishpantsish}}}}}
Oh, Cass and Kittenish.
Please everything go well for you both.
{{Cass and Kittenish}}
((((Cass and Kittenish))))
Punctuation and such, Cass. And Kittenish, too.