Oh, Trudy, that's totally karma.
Ok. I promise I'll quit being picture girl sometime, but this one was too good to not share...tonight's sunset: [link]
Anya ,'Bring On The Night'
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Oh, Trudy, that's totally karma.
Ok. I promise I'll quit being picture girl sometime, but this one was too good to not share...tonight's sunset: [link]
Don't you dare stop the pictures! The only way you are allowed to have big vacation fun is if you share with the working masses.
I think that's my favorite picture so far.
Wow, vw, that is beautiful!
I'm with Laura, don't stop the pictures. I'm enjoying them.
My mother believes that mothers and daughters should talk daily. I think more like....whenever something newsworthy happens. We have reached a compromise: she pays for my cell phone service, and i answer or call back whenever she calls. We seem to average once a week, but the last week has been insane with moving plans. Something like 19 calls on Saturday alone (largely because i was driving and kept hanging up on her whenever it started snowing, or raining, or traffic picked up.)
Am I allowed to cry because I finally got my shoes from Zappos (after waiting a week because of FedEx issues) and they don't fit? When I was hoping that I'd FINALLY have work shoes that don't leak badly every time I walk more than a few feet in the rain?
I mean, that's not the only reason I want to cry. It's been a nibbled to death by ducks day. But it's what's got me to the breaking point.
I call my mother daily. If I don't, she won't call me, unless it's important, but she'll tell me she was worried when I do call her. I don't mind it like I used to. She doesn't bug me about eating and sleeping right, etc since I moved in with TCG, so the talks are mostly pleasant.
Aw, crap, Susan. That sounds like the final straw - I hope the universe sends something good your way soon. A plague upon these nibbling ducks.
vw, that's a gorgeous pic!
My mom would probably like a daily phone call from me. Which is funny, because she hated that her mother wanted daily phone calls.
I try to call my parents every week-ish or so. Sometimes I don't manage it because I get distracted, so when I do call, I get the traditional greeting of "Oh wait, we have a daughter?" I despair of ever getting them to agree that they could call me every now and then. "But you're busy! We don't want to bother you!" But running a not-quite-mock guilt trip on me isn't bothering me, in parent-logic.