Gah, nothing new online. I may just implode. Never been good at waiting.
Oooh! I think the dishwasher may be done! I can unload!
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Gah, nothing new online. I may just implode. Never been good at waiting.
Oooh! I think the dishwasher may be done! I can unload!
Damn. Just in the quieter dry cycle.
I know where *my* vacuum is. Just sayin'...
That i should come over and clean your living room? Maybe tomorrow night :)
I have a fear of vacuuming. Or aversion. Let's just say that there's been mocking. And a question of me being a podCass when I mention having used the evil machine.
Well, i sounds like she's going to come home tonight but is not in good shape. Doctors are speculating about appendicitis or a gall bladder issue, but are wary of diagnostic cat scan because of the pregnancy. I finished unloading the dishwasher, fed the cats and dog, let the dog out to wee, then went over to the hospital give J his dinner (he was finally getting hungry, after the initial terror started to wear off). Didn't get to see her as she was still being poked and prodded by various doctors and "immediate family only" blah blah blah so J and i found a table in an empty room so that he could eat and talk. There were apparently a few moments of terror when the first doctor couldn't find the fetal heart beat but that was quickly cleared up with a sonogram (or ultrasound, i forget) so now they're back to worrying about which part of her belly is causing the pain. Let's hear it for Kaiser and their rapid diagnostic practices. (Did i mention that she has now been in medical care for four hours?)
Much ~ma to your friend, erin_o.
Blech. I seem to have caught The Ick. Just woke up feeling gross, and (ickfonted) ran to the bathroom and vomited. Sitting up now, contemplating whether to try drinking some water.
ok, home now, and caught up on Bitches.
do your cowworkers need the stabbity-stab sqeaky-splorch treatment? Where is MM?not so much co-workers, more like the visiting "Artists". People making a simple show far more complicated than it needs to be, and being dorks about it.
e_o, that is scary. Hope your friend is doing better. Yikes! Also hope tomorrow is better for the apartment hunt.
Seems everyone is looking for a new job. Sounds like fun! where do i sign up?
OK, I must be off my rocker. DVR recorded "Wife Swap". Not only did I watch it. I'm sitting there going "for the love of god please tell me these are fake people!" Shouldn't I be in bed? Oy.
oops, cereal post... only cuz I'm the only one up.
So. I got a late present from a friend, and dunno what to make of it. "a complimentary signature bath" and a "half session back massage" at a day spa. OK, the massage I get, mostly. Never had one from a pro. Curious how it will be with my back (fused back surgery... doubt it'd be an issue, but still wonders).
But the bath??? When I think bath, I think get nakie and get clean... and with a bath, grab a book and soak till the water isn't hot anymore. What's a bath in a spa???? Does this mean she thinks I stink or something? (j/k) Seriously, do ya bring a bathing suit to these things?
I'm guessing they think I need to relax. Not too far off the mark, I suppose.
OK, really. I'm off to bed. I swear.