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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.
Family ~ma to Nora, Kristin and ND.
Wow, juliana. Snow? In SF? Really? I know it's not unheard of, but still. Wow.
One of my favorite quotes is of Mark Twain saying something like the coldest winter he ever spent was the 4th of July in SF. It can get warm, but I sure wouldn't count on it any time of year.
I think we've been hovering around 33F. Unfortunately, I've also been hovering around a cold. Not the big nastly, but sore throat, scratchy eyes, nasty sinuses and SLEEPY. This last is the most relevant, as I got up late and then took a nap, so I've been toasty under all my blankies.
Shit, Betsy. That sucks. I BAH! on your behalf.
By the way, you are right and he is wrong. But you are both sick and cranky too. So that doesn't help anything at all.
It just sucks to get into a fight about the dishes. And it sucks that you are sick + yelled at.
Got nothing but validation here for ya.
That's the thing; I know that it's really the cold speaking, and that he's never mean unless he's sick. But I still don't want to go into the bedroom until he's asleep right now.
It really did snow in SF? Damn.
My cold whine was written before I saw your post, Betsy. I hope it didn't come across as taking that lightly. I'm sorry you got dumped on.
Betsy, that is truly of the suck. Feel better soon.
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Heavens, of course it didn't, libkitty, any more than I think my cold makes ND and Kristen's family pain unimportant. We all suffers together.
But I still don't want to go into the bedroom until he's asleep right now.
I do not blame you... I've had a couple of those moments recently too, and sometimes? It's just easier to wait it out and wait till the morning.
Meaness sucks, no matter what the reason. I'm sorry.
Whew. My brain is a bit fuzzy right now, which always makes me worry about my judgment.
Sadly, I tend to be mean when I am sick. and it is worse now that I have both diabetes and asthma. I have to spend x amount of time convinceing Dh that I am not dying, that I just have z and no I really don't care a lot about what is for dinner as long as i is in my comfort food zone and I Promise I will tell you if I want something. And if you think I need to drink more liquid, or just would like a cup of tea , bring me one- please don't make me decide. Really it isn't tragic if I don't drink it. meanwhile, I am bored with tv, don't have enough brain for books, and a teeny tiny part of me is wondering if maybe, just maybe this is going to be a serious illness.
ummm... what I meant to say is that I have a lot of sympathy for both of you. But , even if he can't fix it now, may J figure out on his own that perhaps he was out of line.
and ma~~~ headed to SanDiego