{{{{{Susan}}}}} I'm so sorry. Tons of ~ma for your mom.
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[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.
I had a girl crush on the evil princess from Buck Rogers...she had this white costume, with boots that just made me feel all warm and confused in side.
Princess Ardala (I found her strangely appealing and confusing.)
Congratulations for the good, yet strange, news about your dad. Continued heart~ma to your dad as well.
How strange the human machine is. I suppose a cheer for your fathers heart.
My first concert of choice: Pink Floyd from the Momentary Lapse of Reason tour. Non choice, I'm guessing Harry Bellafonte while up in Chautaqua with the music class in Middle School.
First star crush. I'd say Martha Plimpton. Her skinny dipping in River Rat won me over, even tho you couldn't see anything. And believe me, I tried.
{{Oh, Susan))
Oh, fuck, Susan.
I'm going to keep fingers crossed and candles lit for a good outcome. I'm sorry.
Oh, Susan, I have no words except that I am very sorry.
At this point I'm just surprised and angry. I knew there was a good chance the cancer would return, I just didn't think this was it. When they found the spot on her hip they felt like it might be osteoarthritis, just like she'd had in her other hip that was replaced a year ago, and I was expecting it to be that.
Separately - Susan I'm sorry. Sending best possible wishes to your mom and your family.
Oh, Susan, I'm so sorry.