Or cramper, for that matter.
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.
Half a Robaxin is terrific for cramps! Thanks to my Hubby, the drug sharer.
I don't have access to good stuff, so I've been taking Advil. It's working, but boy, I hate waking myself up in the middle of the night because my cramps are so bad and the Advil has worn off. Not fun.
I could swear that one of the baby models in the recent Hanna Andersen catalog is Lilybean.
Ugh. 9:00 pm, just got home from work. Dinner is PBJ.
But hey, dark future and all, someone beat MM to the Robot Army: [link]
It seemed like such a better idea in theory, months ago, than in reality, now. However, it may still be an OK thing once I/we adjust to the Holy Crap! There's Someone In Our Space That Isn't Us! Factor.
Really - that is the most likely way for it to work. Now remember, you could be my friend L , who has three Tuvan throat singers living in her house. Who have been spending too much time together. She had to adjust - but she had to put limits on their behavior as well. Like no more than three beers a day at her house ( ahh...musicians). She grew up with alcholics - and that was a major problem for her to see. It is working. and she never met them until they arrived.
The communists have invaded. I have ordered macaroni and cheese for lunch. And a side salad! See how healthy I is?
The communists have invaded.
It's George Cloony's fault.
Clooney IS a pinko...
Yeah, the Communists are invading here, too.
Damn they get around.
The Commies are massing on my borders as we speak. Or type. Whatever. Just in time for Vegas, whee!
"Comrades! Ve vill fight the capitalist debauched force by cramps, crankiness, and bloating! Also, crying."