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Mal ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
oh, honey I'm sorry.
{{MFNlaw}}
I want to read that as "Motherfuckin' law."
Oh, Maria. I'm so sorry, bella.
I'm at a reading. Its turned into a script development session. I am bored, and have better things to do people!!
:: thunk ::
{{Maria}}
90 min and we are up to page 8 ... Of 59.
:: thunk ::
{{{{{sorella}}}}} I'm sorry, hon.
So I have worked nonstop since I got here at 7:30, including straight through lunch, and I now have three girls coming in for a make-up test. I AM SO HUNGRY I CAN'T SEE STRAIGHT.
The good news is that I have finished re-reading and writing discussion questions for the rest of The Odyssey.
The bad news is that I haven't had time to write a single comment today. My goal was to finish ten. But my blood sugar is too low to concentrate to write any right now, and I can't get food until after this test. And then I'd kind of like to go home since ND leaves for another three weeks tomorrow morning. GARGH. KRISTIN NOT HAPPY. KRISTIN SMASH.
This is the blood sugar talking, not me. I swear.
{{{Maria}}}
Today has turned out relatively calm. I'm pleasantly surprised.
Once again my belief in the inherently bloodthirsty nature of the universe's balance has been borne out. Hubby is, as I type, up in a hospital room, admitted for a blockage of his bowel. They're hoping they can clear it up with drugs, otherwise it's surgery.
I was waiting for the other shoe that came with the Social Security settlement. Hopefully it won't all have to go to hospital bills.