'Get It Done'
[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 Sail, your poor mom. The anniveraries are hard sometimes. I hope this one is warm and gentle for you.
And a world of word to your PSA. My aunt never had one before. If she'd been getting them regularly, who knows how much more good-enough this all would have turned out. I do know the doctor told her the colonscopy saved her life.
Yay, Ginger!
((((GC))))
((((SA)))) And seconding that. Both of Hubs's parents died of cancer, so he pays a lot of attention to that sort of thing.
bad ducks, no biscuit
some how i have to convince myself to take the car to the tire place to get the tire fixed.
Car things and phone calls to strangers - the two things I would never do if I ruled the 'verse.
some how i have to convince myself to take the car to the tire place to get the tire fixed.
I read car as cat.
There was head shaking.
There was head shaking.
What, you don't transport cats by rolling them inside tires?
Well, it wasn't even that sort of thought. I thought that for some reason, beth had convinced herself she ought to take the cat with her, while she went to see about the tire.
I don't even think beth has a cat (although I am not sure).
Thanks, Cindy. It's actually been not too bad this year. I was having some anxiety attacks a week or so ago, but once I realized what was setting them off, I was all good, again.
Ugh, beth, cold calling is one of my least favorite things, too. Car problems I can deal with, as long as I have the money for them.
I thought that for some reason, beth had convinced herself she ought to take the cat with her, while she went to see about the tire.
The tire place is run by cats and beth needed a translator?
Not even that fun, tommy. I just thought she was feeling guilty about leaving the cat at home.
I don't even think beth has a cat
I have a cat. I do not feel guilty leaveing him at home. If I could convince him to take the car in , I would. Unfortunatley he is too small to reach the pedal s and steer. Percy probbably could steer( he has thumbs) . and we were fairly sure that Bert ( who is no longer with us) would have been good with the pedals - he like to flop on things. They never learned to drive mostly because they never co-operated.
and now time to see if the tire is fixable.