Heh. I was just coming in here to announce the completely unsurprising news that Deena rocks. And here she is. I will have to do that more often.
'The Train Job'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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.
Oh, thank you Deena. It's nice to be loved on occasionally.
By the by, if you need my address updated Deena, I've got that for you.
Oh, yes please on the address!
Hey Cindy! Thank you.
VW!
Deena! My sister in bad headaches today.
I'm at mom's eating clearance Valentine candy, reading cheesy magazines and watching soaps. The perfect cure for cramps and a headache.
Still, it seems that if it's something the clinic insists on to cover its own ass (i.e. not giving treatment or whatever potentially harmful to a fetus), it should be their responsibility to cover the cost.
I see your point, but the clinic also has a responsibility for the patient's health (and any potential fetus' health) that they cannot abrogate. I mean, if the patient insists that she's not pregnant, and she is, where does the responsibility lie?
Oh sj, the darned headache needs to leave you alone.
Huh. I've been getting a mammogram, the blood tests, and the headache, but now I'm drinking a diet coke and eating Girl Scout cookies. So, even if it doesn't help, at least we're being self-indulgent together, sj.
Dog sitter is on her way. Dogs are VERY excited to see all their stuff piled up by the door. Guess I'm not getting more snuggles from them.
I can't get to my suitcase. Waaaaaaaaaaa...
Maybe I'll just be a bag lady.
What's up with the suitcase, vw?
Sparky, welcome back! When did you finally get to leave for your trip?