'War Stories'
[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.
Also known as the Here, Have A Thing! game. Always fun to play.
A group of us just did one here as a fundraising thing and, even though most of the participants were Littles, I still got a couple of cute coats, some red tights! and a few other things. Plus I got rid of a TON of stuff I no longer wanted or that no longer fit me. We sold some of what we didn't swap at a yard sale (another fundraising thing) and then hauled the rest to Good Will. Easy peasy!
I'm sorry, Aimee. (But wasn't there a #2 choice before asshat?)
There is a #2. I'm being defeatist and cynical.
Well, cynical does look good on you, but I think the defeatist has got to go.
{Aimee} jobshunting sucks awfulbad. wishing you non-asshats.
I got asked when I am "due" at the grocery store
about the same time that person gets some tact.
Timelies!
I've lurked and lurked and lurked, but I've kept you all in my thoughts.
The communists invaded with quite a lot of firepower. I'm alternately extremely annoyed my 4 pm appointment didn't show and happy that i have time to chill while the ibu starts to work.
Emmett's medical woes - ouch! All the job hunting prospects - ouch!
Hmm. I guess all my thoughts are focused on pain so I'll return to lurking.
Now I'm feeling a little anxious. I just got this email from best friend L.
Um...on a separate note. [husband] and I are separating. He's supposed to be finding an apartment asap. I'm done. He's done a lot of crazy things the last few days and he accuses me of things I would never do, and tells me I'm a different person than I was when we got married. This morning he threatened to sue me for alimony, then threatened to unplug the garage door opener so I couldn't go to work. And he says I'm mean and cruel and spiteful. I'm done.
Awaiting an email that I hope will say she's not staying there as long as he is.
I'm sorry Aimee. Vibing for a non asshattery option.
Why anyone would EVER ask that is beyond me.
When I was about 8 months and HUGE a friend still checked with DH first before asking me. That is a gentleman. A not so much anymore friend asked me last week if I were pregnant. So many years past that option, bitch. Then she went on to say she thought maybe since my ankles looked swollen. If she weren't giving me a ride to the airport I may have been rude.
Eeeep, that is scary Daisy. Hopes she runs, not walks.