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I suggest you think about my 65-year-old dad, who has blithely survived 5 heart attacks and raked leaves yesterday.
Actually, he was the first person I thought of.
Aimee, I also meant to say that your costume looked great and I was sure you had purchased it.
Thanks, Stephanie.
Maybe Joe's heart was just so full of love and happines at Ellie's being back!!
How's he doing?
Maybe Joe's heart was just so full of love and happines at Ellie's being back!!
That's sort of Angelus-y, don't you think?
Holy crap, Stephanie. All my punctuation are belong to you. I mean, everyone already said the things I was going to say, but - holy crap.
Also, I second your remarks wrt Aimee's most splendid costume. I thought for sure it had to have been professionally made. Am most impressed.
Am also back in Bangkok, having attended a Malay/Chinese Muslim wedding in Singapore, which was freaking awesome.
The Cat Daniel missed me lots. This is quite disarming.
That's sort of Angelus-y, don't you think?
Which, depending on Stephanie's feelings about the hottitude of Angelus, could work in Joe and Stephanie's favor.
GF and I watched Hush last night and she just IMed me:
I miss Buffy. It was so much better than what we have now.
Aw!
It's so true.
ETA: and Moonlight is really making me miss Angel.
My dad thought he was having a heart attack a lot when we were kids...they were panic attacks, or something.
...Okay, this is REALLY gross TMI of a menstrual nature, and I do apologise, but I have to share because I'm just so squicked.
So my floor? Looks like some small animal was slain over it. I mean, I have on occasion had that whole huge-clot-of-blood - that-feels-like-it's-a-freaking-ORGAN-being-expelled thing, but this....I mean, good grief. I could feel myself starting to bleed, I went to stand up, and then what felt like half my innards fell over the bed. So I PICKED IT UP and ran to the bathroom to dispose of it and sort myself out. And now I've had to return, having girded my loins, and stare at the blood splattering the floor and the bed, and start scrubbing.
....it's like something out of Carrie.
Oh, Fay. That's always alarming. That happened when I had Jake and got out of bed for the first time afterward. I'd had a C-section, and I did NOT think I would bleed that way. I was, uh, wrong.