Ha!
Good luck, girl!
Spike ,'Sleeper'
[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.
Ha!
Good luck, girl!
The movers are here!
Go girl, go!
mover~ma sj!
Happy belated anniversary to Zmayhem!
sj, may your move be accomplished with minimal aggravation and maximum efficiency.
Fay: foamy=good, foaming=bad. Go to the doctor.
Happy uneventful moving day, sj!
Adding my vote that Fay should see a doctor. ::stuffs ballot box with "go to a doctor!" votes while Fay is not looking::
Good luck sj! May your new place be a very happy home for you and TCG!
Smooth and easy moving~ma to you and TCG, sj! I can't wait to see pictures of your new place once you get all settled in.
my cheese plate which was made by my mom in pottery class. I wuv it. Looking at it, I can see the plate it thinks it is. So very close to perfect, but imperfect enough I will always know Mom made it.
Awww. That's adorable. Now I want to tell my mom to make me a cheese plate for my birthday.
Fay -- Doctor. Now. Because even the hope held out by Sean involves four-plus years of recovery. Which is Not Good.
Phone: TGIF. *ring*
Me: You're not actually telling me this just to tell me this, are you?
Phone: Yeah, because that's the kind of luck you have. *ring*
Me: You don't have to rub it in, you know. I'm hapless, I get that. To repeatedly point it out is just cruel.
Phone: When have I ever done that before? What makes you say "repeatedly"? That's an unfair characterization of our interaction. *ring*
Me: Really? You do seem to take no small pleasure from making me miserable. I've heard you positively *chortle*. In fact--
Phone: JUST ANSWER ME, YOU MORON! *ring*
Me: Words can hurt. I am wounded.
Fuckcake O' the Day: I just got a letter.
Me: Okay.
FCO'tD: They're saying my dental insurance is cancelled! You're deducting it from my paycheck, I'm paying for it! Why is it cancelled?!
Me: Well, ma'am, I show you are actively insured. I'm not sure...
FCO'tD: Then why is [Wrong Company] telling me my coverage ended in April?!
Me: Oh! You're not covered by [Wrong Company], you're covered by [Correct Company].
FCO'tD: When did that happen?!
Me: ...when...you...signed up for insurance through [Correct Company]?
FCO'tD: You guys fuck everything up!