That's rotten, Ginger. Here's more ~ma for you and her.
'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 35: We Got a History
[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.
Man, I hope all that unpleasantness helps her in the long run, Ginger. And I hope your work and deck and everything smooths out for you this week so you can leave without worrying about that stuff.
I'd leave in a heartbeat if my mother or sister said I should be there, but the both say wait. The whole thing is making me very twitchy.
As well it might. Not rushing to the side of a sick loved one feels wrong, even when it's the right way to go. Leaving later makes rational sense, but the twitchiness doesn't care about rational.
so sorry , ginger
I am confused. We started a fire in hte outside fire pit. In the summer , by this time I need a sweater. I am still in a tee shirt now. I am very confused
One final project (the paper) turned in!
One PowerPoint presentation to finish!
WOOO HOOO
Go you, Aimée!
Cass, insent.
Aimee, that's wonderful! Go you!
Morning, Bitches.
Cash, how are you feeling this morning?
Toto and I met new friends out on our walk this morning--a woman and her dog who moved here from the Cape about six weeks ago. That was fun. I love meeting people when I've got my crazy wake-up hair and jammies still on.
{{Ginger}} I hope your projects complete quickly so that you can go see first hand how your mother is doing. It is always worse from afar.
Yay Aimee!
I hate the people who made me get up in the pitch black dark this morning. I went back to bed at 7:30 after my early errands. I thought I had punched the button on the coffee maker, but it was unplugged, so when I got back up, no coffee. There is now. Time to get some.