And in a separate post, condolences to your husband, Cashmere.
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[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.
So sorry to hear about your DH's grandmother, Cash.
I'm so sorry for your loss, Cashmere. Ma to you, your DH, and all of his family.
Music still play. Head pounding. Pronouns are lost. Send alibi.
I am sorry for the loss, Cash. I hope it was peaceful.
We had a nice, but tiring day and I am thinking bed.
Well, now we know the answer to the question "Can there be too much pie?"
Emmett just threw up all over his bed.
Emmet is my brother in pain. I ate WAY too much yesterday, was up all night with a sore tummy, and then eventually puked at four this morning.
And now I'm in work.
that sucks, jars. im at the outlet mall, where it is ASS cold and INSANE busy. like, never seen so insane. esp @ 2am
Gronk. I think I fell asleep at about 3:30, and now at 5, I'm up top go shopping.
Good Lord, guys. I hope you at least get some bargains.