We've had another round of email-email-phone-email-email, and my sister is now home with some of the good drugs. I suspect she's going to feel a lot worse tomorrow.
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.
Oh, I meant to say: what a circuitous route to talk to your sister, Ginger! It's like an O. Henry story with you with no voice and her not able to use her e-mail, but better because she is basically okay. I don't think anyone getting hit by a car in an O. Henry story gets to be okay.
Customer: So, your name...?
Should have said: Bamblebert Fishtibuns. Jerry Dorsey. Slut Bun Walla.
Bangiebert Butrusstrundn
Yay Technology. I got a call on my home phone with a recorded message from the city police to be on the lookout for an 85 yo man with Alzheimer's that had wandered off from his home. (about 5 blocks from my house) Then about 15 minutes later another recorded call that the gentleman had been located. I love that they can do this.
Bamblebert Fishtibuns
Which, of course, needs to be pronounced in very proper British accent.
Is that pronounced Throatwarbler Mangrove?
Raymond Luxury Yacht
Luxury yacht.
eta: Crap. I could have beaten Sean if I didn't have to correct my spelling all the time....
I always get that wrong.