Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
[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 demand a little more bronchial health from you guys!
Adorable shoes. I can't wear heels like that anymore and I envy people who can.
Welcome home, Nora! Would your grandma like another visitor? DH just plowed another 4 inches of snow off our driveway and sidewalk.
eww snow
nov to jan is enough snow , then it should go
We tried to win the lottery while down there so we didn't have to go back home... no luck though.
It's nice to be back in my house though. I guess. But... jeez, I will miss going to sleep to the sound of the waves crashing on the beach. Watching sunsets. Getting quality grandmothering.
I can still drink beer and snuggle Tom though. Sadly not while at work though. And it was like 60 degrees in Boston today! Disconcerting. Also, there was a High School: The Musical: On Ice production at the Boston Garden so the train ride home was... um. We were glad to escape.
insent Cashmere -
Backflung, Sox!
Ok. People, you really must stop getting sick. I thought I was taking one for the team. If you keep getting sick, it's just not worth it.
As another miserable one, I still say it's not worth it, bug. So just get better and don't get sick again. 'Kay?
I don't want to go to work tomorrow. And I need some magic to get stuff done here, since I'm tired and get hot and can't breath when I work on it.
t /whine, whine, whine
libkitty, sorry to hear it has been so bad. I just get out of breath easily, and I can control that by moving slowly
Welcome back home, Nora. Next time try for a SE Florida visit!
Health~ma all round. We are still coughing and stuff, but not really sick. The ick just doesn't want to leave completely.
Thanks beth. I shouldn't complain, as for the most part it's getting better. It's just getting better a lot more slowly than I would like, and I had big plans for this weekend. Not, you know, fun ones, but I had planned to really get caught up on the apartment. Like the bug, I'm just sick of being sick. Unlike the bug, I don't have nearly as good of a reason to whine. And yet...
I'm home from visit with Uncle. A couple bags of books and other misc things from the fastly emptying house.
So, um. When I got home, I had an e-mail waiting for me informing me of a neighborhood rally tomorrow. It appears there is a HUGE concentration of registered sex offenders two blocks up the street. 13 in one building! SCARY! Vast majority charged with "LEWD OR LASCIVIOUS ACTS WITH CHILD UNDER 14 YEARS" Thankfully I'm well over 14, with no kids, or a woman for that matter. But apparently there are (2) day care centers within 500 feet of the place. Ya, I'm a little freaked.