But you don't sleep in a hospital. She will get more rest at home, once they make sure everything else is ok.
When I came home tonight, our neighbors had us over for dinner. We have lived here 10 years and this was a first. It was nice.
Anya ,'Showtime'
[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.
But you don't sleep in a hospital. She will get more rest at home, once they make sure everything else is ok.
When I came home tonight, our neighbors had us over for dinner. We have lived here 10 years and this was a first. It was nice.
Anne, my sympathies...
(again, with my friend the canning and latke fairy)A most excellent fairy to have. Especially with your backyard.
She continues to heal. She finally got them to give her real food and she said she had a great lunch and a decent dinner. She also did 4 laps around the unit, toting her IV pole and other medical machinery. All good news.Great news! I am always amazed at how quickly people can get a NEW ORGAN and be up and about and out of the hospital but it's wonderful news!
But OMG, a week from now I will be in SeattleBut, OMG, in the PNW! You'll be here!
feeling oddly anxious
the insomnia/stressy thing has pretty much gone away since the martial arts started.
I start my new schedule tuesday. New teacher. And earlier times. I'm going to have to leave work early two days a week and I won't be with the friend I've been training with and and and...
Oy. Why am I freaking? If I can't get to class on time we'll change the schedule. I haven't heard a bad thing about my new teacher. sighhh
Errr... Um.... I probably shouldn't disillusion all you unbuttered folk, but the original comment referred to me spotting him some allergy meds.
Sorry, no, that's my fault. I mean, I did understand that your metaphor wasn't supposed to be smutty, but, y'know - my inner twelve year old couldn't let that one by without adding a bit of "...in my pants" humour.
Sigh. Can't sleep. Again.
Finally finished up grading, though. Well, still need to record the grades, but I am way too sick of looking at these papers, so I'll do that tomorrow morning.
my inner twelve year old couldn't let that one by without adding a bit of "...in my pants" humour.
:: swoons for fay's inner twelve year old ::
wait.. that sounds bad.
Sorry, no, that's my fault. I mean, I did understand that your metaphor wasn't supposed to be smutty,
Oh dear, Fay. No problem at all. I left off the context of Daniel's metaphor so that people could enjoy it with their inner 12 year olds. I thought the reveal might be mildly amusing.
Gronk. There is not enough coffee in the world to get me through today.
Gronk. There is not enough coffee in the world to get me through today
I am vw. Coffee might keep me upright this morning, but I doubt it will get me moving.
The good news is that the house inspection went well, and all the defects listed are easy fixes. We asked for $500 to repair something that's wrong along with a defect to which it is related. So, none of this involves big money in the scheme of things.
And remember how I threatened to go to the Stickley sale? I did. My DH was even with me and he didn't stop me, so the new couch, chair and coffee table? All his fault. Hee! I feel incredibly spoiled this morning, despite the fact that I've scrimped and saved for this for years.
Awesome Sparky. I think you have earned your gronk, and your spoiled too.
And we will come sit on your new couch as soon as you tell us to.
do I give mom the news? the grapevine seems slow - she doesn't know your DH has a new job.
Btw - we took mom and dad out to brunch (DH's parents were here also, for his birthday, so it was party weekend) for her birthday yesterday at Valley Green Inn. I wangled a prime-time reservation on the porch for 7 people, and was all psyched to introduce everyone to one of the places I'm really excited about here. Seems the parents (mine) couldn't get motivated, and were about 45 minutes late getting to the house, which made us an hour late getting the table. (and me a little stressy and taken-for-granted-feeling.) But there was luck - the restaurant had another table come open. So we still got to eat. And it was good!
DH's dad brought slides (!) that dated from 1941 all the way through when DH was a toddler. And also their photos from Italy this summer - we had a lot of slide shows this weekend.
((Anne))