Welcome home, Erin!!!
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.
{{{Jilli}}}
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Welcome home, Erin! I hope you're surrounded by comforts and treats and soft fabrics and kitty purrings.
Cindy! Have you seen the latest Matilda pictures? It turns out that the cute and loveable don't go away as they get bigger; they just increase. Imagine that!
I'm very glad to find that P-C has been in Massachusetts. I was about to get all snitty about your secret trip to California (not that I wouldn't strongly encourage a secret trip to California, for you or anyone else--in fact, such a thing is exactly what I ferociously advocate. As long as it's Northern.).
I have a hard time adjusting to meeting my 'net friends in person. I don't know what to say, then I interrupt.
I know for a fact that that isn't true. You might feel like that's what you're doing, but you're actually a delightful conversationalist.
ETA that Matilda is just so beautiful that I might burst.
Thanks, guys! I had a GIANT cyst that ate my ovary -- it was bigger than my uterus! -- but it, sadly, was not a teratoma. (sorry, Plei!) It was hard to wrestle out, too, so I stayed in the hospital till today.
It was weird. I had a a bed that moved; like, when I twitched, it twitched back. I thought it was the morphine at first, but it wasn't. Bizarre.
I am all stapled up like a ginormous comprehansive exam, and pretty sore, but mobile.
It was weird. I had a a bed that moved; like, when I twitched, it twitched back. I thought it was the morphine at first, but it wasn't. Bizarre.
Oh, I freaking *hate* those beds! They are air beds and are supposed to be more comfortable. Yeah, right!
Yay Erin! Quick recovery ~ma to you!
And, because it demands a separate post from my previous selfish burblings, {{{Jilli}}}. Grandparents are so... a good, loving and beloved grandparent is so much not like anyone else, and that relationship is so particular and irreplaceable, that it doesn't matter how expected any health struggles are; it's still unexpected, and wretched. Vibing to you and your grandma and your parents right now.
I had a bed that moved; like, when I twitched, it twitched back. I thought it was the morphine at first, but it wasn't. Bizarre.
Maybe that was just the cyst, coming back to haunt you!