Bwah!
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.
Okay, we just took S's temperature again, and it was 99.4. YAY!!!
It may not be over for her, it's not quite over for me, but here's hoping she's through the worst of it.
Yay for a lower temp for S! I hope you are both all better soon.
here's hoping she's through the worst of it.
I'll drink to that!
I think we both have actual frigging flu. This is potentially dangerous for S, but so far she's doing okay. FLU!
I was telling S all day yesterday that I thought I had bubonic bird flu death SARS, as that's how bad I felt.
sanity ma~~ to ND.
and let's ask for some for Matt. New job is not living up to promises, and old job... let's just say I can't make a clear cut decsion.
New job is not living up to promises,
Oh no. Dammit. That's very very uncool. Jobs need to start being better to Matt very very very soon.
Hello. I am not dead. REPEAT: NOT. DEAD.
Excellent news, Erin! I totally prefer you alive.
let's just say I can't make a clear cut decsion.
I can! I'm going to beat him up with a piece of Hot Wheels track if he goes back to the old job.
More importantly, he'll lose his right to complain forever and ever.
Damn. My post about my student totally got ate. I am alive, and although sleepless and cranky, likely to be so tomorrow.
But I gotta type it again: my students in my last hour, given the order to use all of the vocab words from the last chapter in aa story-in-the-round came up with a paean to one of my more outspoken girl's crampy girly-bits. (Mixed gender effort, here)
What I remember best is "Her pituitary-driven quarrelling uterus exploded from the impetus of her muscadine-sized ovaries, which were the texture of eggshell pecans."
I am equal parts proud and horrified. I am obviously a Very Bad Role Model.
Good Lords, Erin.
Good thing you didn't put "man" or "root" on that list.