Oh, DJ, I am so sorry. Just 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.
DJ, I'm sorry there's drama and angst on top of the drama and angst inherent.
{{DJ}} I'm so sorry.
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.
Just do what feels right?
There's no good way to do this.
{{{{{{dj}}}}}}}
We realized it's been one every three months. Uncle Bill, Grandandy, Mimi, now Johnny.
Shite. That's a bit much.
Death, you suck! Be a little more fair, huh?
{{DJ}} I am so sorry.
ION, Matilda has learned how to blow a raspberry (aka, "a bronx cheer").
And she does it at us at every provocation.
I told K she can't call me the whole month of September because I will freak. the. fuck. out.
Mom says to call Dad tonight and tell him, then call him tomorrow for his b-day. She was being remarkably kind for how well they get along.
My uncles. [link] Johnny's in the middle with the dog.
sorry, daisy jane
DJ, I'm sorry. You've had such a bad year.