Someone remind me not to read Salon letters.
'Objects In Space'
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.
Someone remind me not to read Salon letters.
JZ is good at doing that. I mean, not wanting to read Salon letters but doing it anyway....
{{{Nora}}}
Annabel's fever is down from 102 to 100, so that's good. Whatever she has is kind of strange--aside from occasional lethargy and a slight runny nose, she doesn't act sick at all. She just feels like a furnace whenever the tylenol wears off and her fever climbs again. She's drinking a lot more than she's eating, which would tend to suggest a sore throat or maybe even a stomachache, but when asked she says they don't hurt.
I'll call the doctor in ten minutes once they open.
Oh, Nora. I'm so sorry, love.
This is really just a lousy holiday season for so many people. And it makes me so sad and useless feeling.
Sorry to hear that Nora.
Count me among the "Fairytale of New York" lovers. It is one of my ringtones.
Fairytale of New York JUST came up on my Christmas playlist. Out of 242 songs.
Wow, where did I get 242 Christmas songs?
Wow, where did I get 242 Christmas songs?
Hec?
(That's where all mine came from.)
I'm so sorry, Nora.
Owen put the Santa hat on me and said, "Here, you're Mommy Claus."
Awwww.
he sometimes stashes emergency chocolate rations for me.
Also awwwww.
"Fairytale of New York"
I love that song.
Susan, I hope Annabel gets better soon.
Oh, {{{{{{{Nora}}}}}}} I'm so very sorry.