GC, I'm so sorry. Much peace to your GF and her whole family.
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Thank for all the well-wishes. I'm home waiting for GF to get home to get all of the details. We're going to see him tomorrow afternoon.
continued ~ma to all who need it.
I'm closing a strange theatre today. They gave me keys and codes and combinations and left me here with a crew who are also unfamiliar with the place while they all went to a BBQ. It's going to be fun closing tonight!
Much ~ma to Toddson's and GC's families.
And a hint to Gloomcookie -- at least half of your job is to keep GF sane. However it takes.
Which is why you'll never hear me criticize Mission to Mars, despite its reputation. I took Hubs to see it so he could keep sane while his mother was dying.
As I said, however it takes.
Damn it. I'm getting heart palpitations (mitral valve prolapse -- click murmur), and I can't find my medication. It's not really dangerous, but it's really irritating, and there's a release of adrenaline that accompanies the palpitations, and a rush of adrenaline when I'm doing nothing more taxing than lying on the couch reading is really not fun -- my body thinks it should be reacting to something, so all my senses are on alert, but there's nothing there, and it's a crazy feeling, the chemical reaction of "Danger! High alert!" when there's nothing happening.
Heart~ma, Hil. (or at least finding meds~ma). That sounds worse than my panic/asthma combination. Ick.
Tooth~ma, Trudy. Hope it turns out to be easy to fix.
Loads of make it all work out~ma going out to GC, her GF, and our dear Toddson and family.
Happy birthday, meara. I'm very sorry that I missed you while you were out here, but glad to hear that you had a good time.
Jen, insent on the occasion of your birthday.
Eek, Hil, I hope it passes quickly.
Karl, how are you doing? I missed you last time you were around.
Karl, dear!
::tacklehug::
And now I have to go because Matilda is fussing and grumping and needs a bath to soothe and mellow her, but I had to get in a tacklehug before I left.
Tons of ~ma to GC and GF and GF's family.
Let's go, Yankees! Clap, clap, clapclapclap
CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP
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AT&T is stopping Time. [link]
Well, the fundies had that one all wrong...
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To update the maxim, rooting for the Yankees is like rooting for Microsoft to have a good quarter.
So not rooting for the yankees is like thinking this is the year when the Comodore 64 makes its big comeback?
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Trudy, I hope your tooth is okay. How's your hip??
My dentist was able to see me right away, thank heavens. I got into the chair and asked "Am I going to make it to karate tonight?"
Somewhere an angel got its black belt.
Fortunately, the break felt much worse than it was due to a funny angle thing. He was able to repair it in about half an hour without any anesthesia. I made it to class and got to do round kicks again!!!!! (hip is better too!)
Its a sad day when I pass up the chance to pout for some vicodin.
FUCK. 4-Alarm fire down the street. I avoided it, by turning early, on my way home from prayer meeting. I saw police car lights in the rotary, so I turned to avoid it.
Two fire-fighters have died fighting it.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It's burned 6 buildings, and is across the street from where we eat brunch every Sunday.
FUCK.
ETALink: They need to update this, but... [link]