Much health~ma for S.

If it IS that kind of restaurant, then Cincy has loosened up considerably.

True - it occured to me upon posting that that public table-sex might not exactly count as "vanilla" either...

(But my overall point, which I think still stands, is that unless your specific kink is exhibitionism, the only thing you need to do in order to not be all up in people's faces with WHATEVER kind of sex life you enjoy is NOT HAVE SEX IN FRONT OF THEM.)

So, I have no fucking clue where she's going to get this prescription filled.

Do they have any suggestions? Since they are the ones prescribing it, one would think (although I know that is silly of me to assume) that they would know pharmacies that carry it.

Do they have any suggestions? Since they are the ones prescribing it, one would think (although I know that is silly of me to assume) that they would know pharmacies that carry it.

This - they can't prescribe a painkiller with no way for the patient to GET it! That's just ricockulous.

I'm on the phone with the hospital right now, seeing what they can do.

I have no fucking clue where she's going to get this prescription filled

Wow, my grocery-store-pharmacy makes you sign forms and show picture ID and all, but at least they'll fill the hard-core stuff. Even though they got hit by an oxycontin robber with a gun, they'll still carry it.

the Hug Amoeba needs to go to Sean's house next.

True - it occured to me upon posting that that public table-sex might not exactly count as "vanilla" either...

Well, okay but since missionary-vanilla is also defined by having all the lights turned out and not making a sound, how would you even know? I mean, except for the unusually dark restaurant.

the Hug Amoeba needs to go to Sean's house next.

It's an Amoeba! It can make a radically new shape and hit both at the same time! {{{Sean and S}}}

ION, I am having trouble distracting the brain from turning to thoughts of a certain Boy from this weekend. For lo, I am obsessive. I've used the t /boy likes carrots tag three times in my own brain. Why do boys have to be all charming and handsome? Makes it hard out here for a pimp girl.

Oh, shit, shit, shit, Sean. The knee, the morphine and the pharmacy, Tucson and back. The universe so very deeply owes both of you, big-time.

I don't suppose S would like some Vicodin, would she? Because I still have a bunch from my c-section, and a refill on file good through the end of the month for which I'd only have to pay about $10.

Tep, that's flabbergasting. And, yeah, the unexpected naked bunny woman is a spectacularly ill-judged choice, and "run out the vanillas" is about the most juvenile, hostile, alienating, unbelievably shitty idea ever (and, incidentally, sounds directly contrary to everything Asshat!Execs were passing wind about WRT professionalism and being taken seriously as an organization and whatnot). This part almost makes me smile, though:

better than Vanilla conversation being sat on by the bunny,

I've had conversations squelched, shushed, and shouted down, but I've never seen one sat on by a bunny. And now I kind of really want to.

This part almost makes me smile, though:

I admit, the randomness of "Minute!" is kind of dadaistic, and I sorta like it.