Okay, fine, no-context theatre gets me again. Congrats on the job news, not the backwards boxers.
Obviously I need more tea.
'Destiny'
[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.
Okay, fine, no-context theatre gets me again. Congrats on the job news, not the backwards boxers.
Obviously I need more tea.
Clearly! More tea it is!
Me? I need more coffee. Yes.
Hey Plei, you wouldn't happen to have your car today, would you? Because escaping the campus at lunchtime sounds enticing.
Okay, fine, no-context theatre gets me again.
I thought it was hilarious, accidental x-post or no.
Hey Plei, you wouldn't happen to have your car today, would you? Because escaping the campus at lunchtime sounds enticing.
Not until Thursday, sadly.
To which I say: WOE.
WOE indeed. Woe and despair.
I thought it was a pretty funny x-post myself.
That x-post just made me laugh out loud in front of lingering students. I had to make something up quick.
You didn't want to discuss your boyfriend's underwear?
Congrats on the good fortune borne of your prodigious talent ND.
I've skimmed to the degree I'd have to actually call it 'flew over' the last 300 plus posts since Friday when I left for the retreat.
Thanks so much for the taping recommendation d. I've written to the Kinesio Association for a local contact.
This seems like serendipity. A massage therapist told me this weekend that the 'injury' isn't in the swollen ankle or foot. Rather, the swelling is just a gravitational response to a muscle problem higher up. The taping method might get me back on the road with my training!
In news of my neurotic issues with leaving Bartleby...the woman who kept him is, indeed, an angel. She slept on the couch the first night so that he would not be lonely (completely unnecessary, but sweet) and then let him sleep in bed with her the next night. I can't GET him to sleep with me...he patrols all night if he is not in the crate. I guess, since I wasn't there, he didn't need to be on duty.
The woman's sister came to visit, just to meet him and apparently the entire family has been emailing pictures of him all over the country.
It's a wonder I even got him back!
When I walked in the door, there was an "I thought you were DEAD!" pause before he nearly knocked me down. After much franticness, he pressed himself up next to me and seemed to say "This is my person. Yup. Here she is. My person. This is her."
Such a relief to know I can leave him if I have to. But? No plans to in the next 5 more years!
Oh, and the retreat went really well.