You have a broken toe! I was being nice!
Oh. Well that's okay then.
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[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.
You have a broken toe! I was being nice!
Oh. Well that's okay then.
I'm getting anxious.
I'm getting a touch worried.
But I'm disguising it as anxious.
Candy! I'm having sugar babies.
Oh, it is SO beautiful outside. WHY, oh, why am I back in the office. This is wrong.
I'm full, but now I want candy. I blame Aimee.
I'm having sugar babies.
And thus the two topics of conversation are combined.
I'm getting anxious.
I'm getting a touch worried.
I'm impatient, but not worried. I figure they're being new parents, y'know? With families who are going to want to see the bambino, and visiting and pictures, and Jess is doubtless going to need to sleep (as is E., I'm sure), and although I *am* egotistical enough to wish it were so, updating the friends-in-the-box is probably not as high on the list as sleeping is.
That said....
WHERE BABY? WANT BABY!
Candy! Reminds me I have a package of dark chocolate covered rasperries I haven't opened. What is wrong with me?
I figure they're being new parents, y'know?
Oh totally.
But now that my uterus has been used as housing (read: now that I'm a mom), I tend to get worried a little quicker than I used to.
Plus, impatient.
THERE IS NO FAMILY ONLY US!!
My current baby theory is that the cell phones have lost battery power at this point and updating Twitter or Beep Me isn't possible. Also, no signal in L&D complicating matters.
Hey, Tep?
Is acetaminophen an anti-inflamitory?