Willow ,'Showtime'
[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.
After the first decent sleep last night in over a week (Liv slept through without coughing and waking up, Owen slept until morning and I actually spent more than 40% of my night in my own bed), Owen spiked a fever this morning. He's been lethargicly lounging on the couch watching cartoons all morning until he sat up crying and told me he had the "hiccups." Then he proceeded to projectile vomit all over him, me and the sofa.
I think the flu has landed.
{{{Cashmere}}} I hope the rest of you don't catch it.
Tom and I just got back from our local animal shelter where we hung out and played with cats for over an hour. We fell in love with FOUR- this guy, these two (they need to be adopted as a pair) and another guy named Pooh who is sweet and pretty young, only about a year old.
We're trying to decide and it is SO HARD!
Poor Owen! (and poor you)
At dentist, awaiting root canal. Talked to bro and SiL about news I posted in LJ. They were both uplifting and depressing. I hate that.
Ooh, tough. A pair is always nice for cats, though.
I'm on the fence about wanting my very own set of loonie repelling undies. On the face of it...a smart accessory...but, on further contemplation, I wonder about the potenially lethal boredom of living in no-loonies world.
Mom says,
well, yeah, but you could take them off!
Ooh, tough. A pair is always nice for cats, though.I agree with that, especially if they are already together.
Poor Owen! (and poor you)Seconding this. ~ma to him and you, and for not passing it to the whole house.
GC, sorry to hear about the root canal. I hope it goes ok.
Oh no, poor Owen!
Dylan is running a 101 fever and is cranky and tired with a runny nose, but I don't think it's anything more serious than a bad cold. Hopefully he'll be able to take a decent nap this afternoon and give the Tylenol time to work its magic.
Poor Owen! And poor Cashmere, having to clean that up!
Hopped on a bus. Went to the DMV, got my driving record (fastest DMV trip EVAH--I got a number, sat down, and they immediately called it). Walked a few blocks to Nordstrom Rack. Tried on a few shirts. Took the bus home. Am EXHAUSTED. WTF?
does anyone else find it ironic that meara took the bus to the DMV?