Poor S. Poor Sean. Lotsa vibes to you both.
'Objects In Space'
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.
And, of course, to add insult to injury, our mail key has been on walkabout since Saturday, so our mail is piling up. I don't think there's anything vital in there, but it would be nice to get it before it pops the hinges on our box.
Off to the hospital for a bit.
General~ma to Sean and S. Make sure S is getting at least an IV for nutrition purposes.
{{S&S}} I hope she's home soon, Sean!
I hate waking up in bed alone.
Oh, Sean. All my love to you and S.
Lots of ~ma for S and Sean.
Oh Sean. I hope she's home soon. And I hope you find the mailbox key!
Lots of ~ma for S and Sean.
Aw, Sean. I'm sorry. much ~ma to you both.
{{{S and Sean}}} Lots of ~ma for you both, and I hope the key turns up soon.