God speed, Iva Neil. And peace to you and your hubby and his whole family, connie.
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 33: Weeping, crawling, blaming everybody else
[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.
"Well, it's totally ungrammatical. It is supposed to say 'love me' but that is NOT the imperative."
HA.
It took me a couple seconds to get that.
Eep, Hec.
Oh, Jeebus, Hec.
That's terrifying.
Wow. Safety~ma for EM.
That's awful, Hec. Tons of ~ma to Em.
That's terrifying.
You know, I am genuinely worried about EM, but really? I really really really don't want Emmett anywhere near that kind of crazy.
God, that poor kid.
EM can likely take care of herself. David and EM can likely take care of Emmett (both with help of the SFPD). That little kid is screwed.
You know, I am genuinely worried about EM, but really? I really really really don't want Emmett anywhere near that kind of crazy.
I don't blame you. That would be my first thought were I in your shoes.
I've been sitting here forcing myself to keep answering the phone, and this little bulb went off and said, "Even if you do have other time off scheduled this month, very few people will hold it against you if you tell them a close relative died yesterday." This is what I accumulate time off for. Even if I need time for the funeral--hopefully they'll do it Saturday, and I don't envy younger brother, who has to organize everything--times like these are exceptions.
I'm not pooh-poohing David's concern for Emmett, btw.