I need to stop bringing the plague with me to Dallas. TCG has had a cold all week and tonight T is terribly sick. Her doctor seems to think she has bronchitis.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[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.
Aw, poor TCG and T. Get better soon.
Susan, AB is darling in that dress - I adore the action shot with the sweater.
Whenever I hear/read the word "linguists", that stupid joke pops into my mind, and I wonder, "Are they cunning linguists?"
I'm home. So glad to be home. But I have to go back to the airport in a bit. We ended up getting onto an earlier flight, but our luggage was not so lucky. Unfortunately its flight is delayed past the time they would be able to deliver it to us tonight.
But HOME!!!!!! My bed!!!!!!
I think my laptop is dead.
Welcome home, Suzi.
Poor Kristin. The laptop is dead, long live the laptop.
So sorry, Kristin. It's sad. I hope it just needs a rest and is fine in the morning.
Whenever I hear/read the word "linguists"
oh good. I'm glad it's not just me. I won't tell you what "runt" brings to mind.
This is not looking good. My tech support is out to sea, and the laptop is making pitiful spinning sounds. No screen. One little start up chime, but then nothing but the sound of a dying drive. Shit. I have a lot of data on this drive. Also, no money to buy a new laptop right now. Did I mention shit?