The movers are here!
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.
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!
Good lord, MM. How can someone be pissed about being covered? Yeesh. I think I would have been abjectly apologizing and promising to bake you cookies for the next month.