Yay for no cancer!
When I was a teenager I used to think I was poly, but it turns out I was just reading too much Heinlein.
I just nearly fell off my balance ball laughing at that.
[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.
Yay for no cancer!
When I was a teenager I used to think I was poly, but it turns out I was just reading too much Heinlein.
I just nearly fell off my balance ball laughing at that.
Smunchy baby cheeks have kilt me ded. From the grave (while gnawing in my undead way on an olive-rich muffaletta), I feebly wave at the gloriously cancer-free Susan and all the incredible poly folks who have more energy and relationshippy talk-it-all-outability than I ever will. Then I remember the smunchy baby cheeks and am kilt all over again.
I'm home, and am slowly sipping a coke and eating saltine crackers, which the nurse decreed a suitable first meal. I swear, right now they taste as blissfully good as pecan pie at Thanksgiving, Dreamland Barbecue, or pizza from Serious Pie.
And in even better news, my doctor has extended how long I can go between tests. Based on my family history, he'd said every 2 years. Based on my healthy, polyp-free innards, he extended it to 4! Which means I get to go 1500 days or so before I have to do this again!
Whee! Jess, the pause is the best part. Like, wait, I have more to say! Yup, here I go.
He was making that sound ALL afternoon. I nearly died.
EEEEE! Cutiehead baby!
YAY SUSAN!
Reading too much Heinlein explains a lot of things.
I don't think I'm cut out to be poly. I'd have to believe that more than one person at a time was interested in me. I have trouble believing in there being even one. I usually describe myself as a nonpracticing heterosexual.
Dylan's babblings are too cute. I read somewhere that babies may be talking way earlier than we think, but their mouths can't make the sounds in an understandable way.
Cutiehead babbling baby!
Congrats, Susan!
I have to wait until a proper computer for the DZ cutery.
Dreamland Barbecue,
Num num num num... I get my Dreamland fix once per year when the local Alabama bar orders in Dreamland for the Bama v. Auburn game.