Cass, have you seen a doctor yet?It's pretty viral so far. If I see sign one of a bacteria invasion, then I am all over the medical professionals. Even if I need sign cards. Or opiates.
Seems like everyone's got a tale to tell.
Mal ,'Safe'
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.
Cass - Nov 10, 2006 6:15:37 am PST #756 of 10004
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Aims - Nov 10, 2006 6:15:51 am PST #757 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
enabler
Don't forget "opportunist".
Lee - Nov 10, 2006 6:25:29 am PST #758 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
This too.
Aims - Nov 10, 2006 6:28:04 am PST #759 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aims - Nov 10, 2006 6:30:36 am PST #760 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aims - Nov 10, 2006 6:33:24 am PST #761 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Lee - Nov 10, 2006 6:33:53 am PST #762 of 10004
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I like those.
Hmm.
Aims - Nov 10, 2006 6:35:42 am PST #763 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Aims - Nov 10, 2006 6:36:28 am PST #764 of 10004
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Mariah Carey co-worker has agreed to Bollywood today.
DavidS - Nov 10, 2006 6:43:04 am PST #765 of 10004
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Matilda's up and crying.
Remember that whole bit about her being a mellow baby?
Not anymore. Non-stop fussing alternating with full out crying. When she's asleep and for fifteen minutes after she's fed, she's mellow.
Dang. I was hoping for some baby smiles by now instead of the incessant airing of infant grievances.
This too shall pass.
Also, our car is malfunctioning. Started overheating on the way over yesterday. Spent the day in the East Bay, hanging with EM and doing our Parent-Teacher Conference for Emmett. (His least good one! Even though he did have the highest reading scores in the class on the state testing. He's just being lazy and (a) not participating in class; (b) not working on his papers until the last minute and (c) not studying before tests. He's doing all his workbooks and homework and he's testing high. He's just coasting.)
Drove home and the needle's in the red before I get to the toll plaza. Make it through the metering lights and pull over to cool off. Ten minutes later brave the bridge, but only half of it, stopping on Treasure Island to cool off again. Very pretty view of the city at sunset from there. Emmett's enjoying the adventure anyway.
Do the Western span and pull over again as soon as we get off the bridge. Park car and go to downtown SF McDonald's to get Emmett something to eat. Drive halfway home and stop to get gas and rest the car again. Guy next to me at the pump alerts me that smoke is coming out of my engine. Yeah, thanks, got that. Limp home and can't find parking because of the freakin' football game across the street.
I'm trading JZ her cold calls for her car repair. She can take it to the dealer today or tomorrow.