We live in the sticks of Delray Beach. E of 95. It's like you can't go anywhere without getting on I-95. Sigh. Where are you now, d?
Mal: You know, you ain't quite right. River: It's the popular theory.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Laura - Jan 04, 2007 5:25:37 pm PST #9000 of 10004
Our wings are not tired.
Steph L. - Jan 04, 2007 5:28:28 pm PST #9001 of 10004
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Not saying this is happening here! But it sounds like it should be checked. Pain Bad.
Yeah, the ibuprofen did NOTHING for the cramps tonight, which has never EVER happened before with regular menstrual cramps. That plus a tender abdomen plus (new tonight) a low-grade fever means I'm calling the doctor first thing in the morning.
d - Jan 04, 2007 5:30:26 pm PST #9002 of 10004
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.
Sadly, still where it seems I can't go anywhere except via 95! I'm in Philly burbs, near the Valley Forge National Park.
Zenkitty - Jan 04, 2007 5:31:29 pm PST #9003 of 10004
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Hope that gets taken care of real quick, Tep. That's worrisome. Maybe take some Benadryl so you can sleep through it?
Amy - Jan 04, 2007 5:32:56 pm PST #9004 of 10004
Because books.
Oh, Fay! All kinds of vibes for WeeSisterJay! God, that's awful.
Hey d, my parents live in West Chester! And we lived in Yardley for eight years!
I'm clearly having an exclamation point problem tonight.
P.M. Marc - Jan 04, 2007 5:34:16 pm PST #9005 of 10004
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Tep, is there a Nurse Line you can call? To see if it should be an ER trip?
mini-meara:
Pleiades, I just showed Fay Kitchen Confidential, and she was like, "bloke from Alias! Xander! Random English guy!" and I pointed out Seth and Harold, and she was like, "OMG this show! They got a show! They got leading roles in a show!" And then I explained it got cancelled./And then she cried
Bless.
I probably shouldn't be laughing.
Me neither, but it's a CUTE sort of crying.
But on the plus side, we now have a white picket containment device in the front, so at least the little bugger can no longer run into the street.
HEE! I'm sorry, I just love the expression. May the WPC help.
Cutie Matildahead!!!
Pix - Jan 04, 2007 5:35:00 pm PST #9006 of 10004
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Tep, is there a Nurse Line you can call? To see if it should be an ER trip?
This. Please? I worry.
sj - Jan 04, 2007 5:36:10 pm PST #9007 of 10004
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Tep, is there a Nurse Line you can call? To see if it should be an ER trip?
Thirding this, especially, with the fever.
Amy - Jan 04, 2007 5:36:38 pm PST #9008 of 10004
Because books.
Fourthing. I really don't like the fever and tenderness.
d - Jan 04, 2007 5:37:44 pm PST #9009 of 10004
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.
Ooh, it's nice to live near someone's parents! I live across an ocean now from mine.
Happy Birthday, ita. Hope it was a good one.
Oh Fay, that's terrible news. Hope everything goes smoothly for your sister and your blood pressure.
ETA I missed the fever! That's not good. Medical-ma, Steph!