Oy. I'm sorry, P-C.
My life is so much better when I don't talk to her. SO MUCH BETTER.
Much ~ma for S. Hope she recovers in a reasonable amount of time.
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Oy. I'm sorry, P-C.
My life is so much better when I don't talk to her. SO MUCH BETTER.
Much ~ma for S. Hope she recovers in a reasonable amount of time.
My life is so much better when I don't talk to her. SO MUCH BETTER.
This may be too personal a question, P-C, but... is she going through menopause? Because I had this thought about a million times about my mother, and didn't realize that's what was causing it until she was out of it.
I don't think this is her only reasoning for being crazy, mind you, but just a thought that struck me...
I don't know. Does it usually last eight years?
She's...Jesus, she's 48. She's almost 50! My parents aren't supposed to age. What the hell.
Ailleann, if menopause caused this kind of craziness, my mother's been going through it for the past 50+ years.
I don't know. Does it usually last eight years?
It may be supplemented by Raging Bitca-itis.
P-C, I am 8 years younger than your mom.
Oh, Ginger! Scary! I hope you get through.
Frustrating, PC.
I am exhausted. Spent the day at the museum with Theodosia and another friend and her kids. Wow. I'm just so tired.
Aaargh.
Is Daisy Jane around? She'd appreciate this. This is, no shit, a verbatim transcript of a call I just got:
MM: [company], this is Joe, how can I help you?
Customer: Hi Joe, we spoke about two minutes ago and you gave me some pricing?
MM: Okay.
Customer: So, I need to add your name to my notes.
MM: Okay.
Customer: ...
MM: ...
Customer: So, your name...?
MM: ...is Joe.
Customer: Okay, thanks.
Note that she called me by name when I answered!
Seriously, how do these people manage to not go around with their underwear on their heads and lipstick on their asses? These people have drivers licenses! We should all live in constant terror at all times.
Very impressive, um [consults notes], Joe.
Sorry your mom's frustratin you, P-C, but she is sick and that makes the wacky go to 11.