Oh, dear, DJ. I'm so sorry.
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.
I'm so sorry, DJ.
{{DJ}} So sorry, hon.
{{{{DJ}}} I am so sorry.
((DJ)) I'm so sorry.
{{{Daisy Jane}}}
Sorry for your loss, DJ.
Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.
Thanks y'all. Just got off the phone with cousin K (cherub's mom if you're keeping track of my family tree). We realized it's been one every three months. Uncle Bill, Grandandy, Mimi, now Johnny.
Grim reaper better stay the fuck away from Bobby and DJ in September.
So, when I call Daddy for his birthday, do I mention it or not? There's every possibility he doesn't know. I'd feel weird not saying anything, but really don't want to deliver that news on his birthday.
K says telling him might make him realize it's actually his job to tell me stuff like this.
Fuck. I hafta call mom. It's after 9. She'll know before she picks up the phone.
Oh, DJ, I am so sorry. Just so sorry.