{{{{Jessica}}}} Sleep well. You've got all kinds of ~ma stored up for tomorrow. Also, {{Fone}}
Lilah ,'Destiny'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
Our realtor is someone we have known for a while from the dog park. Our mortgage broker went to high school with and has done 4 house deals for two of our best friends. It makes a stressful thing much less stressful.
And since I can't possibly post any more tonight I am off to bed myself. First I must warn the teens that not all of us are on summer vacation. See Laura putting on the mean mom hat.
Also, basketball rather disappointing tonight. Not surprising, but not the outcome I wanted either.
See, I said I wasn't posting again, and yet.
Robin, what I said to Brenda. What goes around, comes around. I love reading about the good stuff happening in my beloved Buffistas' lives.
G'night, really!
He won't road trip it to NY to see the Yankees/Tigers game.
Tigers are playing the Nationals here this weekend. IJS.
Oh, Jessica, how annoying. But tons and tons of ~ma for tomorrow!
The hospital in Athens had a couple delivery rooms, surrounded by labor rooms. Before you got into a labor room, there was a triage sort of room where they asked me a bunch of questions in Greek while contractions kicked my ass, telling me to do the breathing exercises while answering the questions. @@. I think they have my father's name as "unnhghngh" and my husband's as "aaaiiiieeeehhhh!"
hee! One of my crossword puzzle answers is "PORNO" (clue: blue stuff.)
The one with the glasses KILLED ME DED.
So very DED NOW.
DED.
NOW.
::is ded::
Thanks ChiKat and Laura. Local friends have reassured me as well, and tomorrow morning I'll be on all my drugs. Which I hope, hope, hope kicks this stoopid thing in the ass.
p.s. I watched the first three eps of The Wire today, while lying on the couch, and now, in my semi-depressed and pissy state, I'm cussing right and left. Very quietly, since I have no voice. The cats don't seem to mind, but I'm ever so slightly mortified.
Yet another cup of chamomile tea:
The plague cannot kill me, because I am already DED of the cute. Those Lillian pics are the best medicine of all, Plei.