RSVP, Legion.
Oh, that would be something.
Pet Sematary meets Emily Post.
"Death is but a door. Time is but a window. I'll be back. With 1 guest. We would like the beef."
There are no absolutes. No right and wrong. Haven't you learned anything working for the Powers? There are only choices.
Jasmine ,'Power Play'
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.
Miracleman - May 20, 2008 5:02:57 am PDT #9782 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Connie Neil - May 20, 2008 5:08:42 am PDT #9783 of 10001
brillig
Peace on the journey, Legion, and to those who loved you.
beth b - May 20, 2008 5:09:13 am PDT #9784 of 10001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
My mom cut down on the I'm sick thing . If it was a sick day - you stayed in bed. there might be some couch time, but mom still controlled the tv. no outside, no playing that wasn't quiet. And it is possible that her stomach was bothering her, it might have just been a glitch
sj - May 20, 2008 5:09:23 am PDT #9785 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{Raq}}} I'm sorry for your loss.
SuziQ - May 20, 2008 5:11:48 am PDT #9786 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Maybe she's a clever little liar and I am a gullible sap.
Maybe. But then the day will come when she complains about her wrist hurting and you tell her not to worry, just ice it and it isn't until over a month later that you find out she broke it and needs surgery, a pin, and a bone graft and you feel like the worlds worst mother father. Ummm, yeah.
tommyrot - May 20, 2008 5:15:25 am PDT #9787 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
{{Raq}} I'm so sorry.
Lee - May 20, 2008 5:15:50 am PDT #9788 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I'm sorry for your loss, Raq.
Steph L. - May 20, 2008 5:17:26 am PDT #9789 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
she complains about her wrist hurting and you tell her not to worry, just ice it and it isn't until over a month later that you find out she broke it and needs surgery, a pin, and a bone graft
Hey, can I ask: what *sort* of pain was it? Was it constant, or did it only happen when she moved her wrist in a certain direction?
Because -- I have a doctor's appt. this afternoon because I've had pretty significant wrist pain for ::mumble::2months::mumble. I've been wearing a brace, and taking ibuprofen, and I figured it would get better on its own. But no.
And I'm sort of expecting my doctor to send me for x-rays, discover a break/alien implant/bone chip, and then send me for surgery. Which I guess would be okay, except NOT, because I don't want surgery and this is my right hand, which I use for a lot of things, not the least of which is wiping my butt.
Narf.
(Yes, I just turned your motherly angst into something that's All About Steph. It's what I do.)
Fred Pete - May 20, 2008 5:18:45 am PDT #9790 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
I guess it's too late to go back and correct that to "RIP"....
tommyrot - May 20, 2008 5:21:29 am PDT #9791 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
not the least of which is wiping my butt.
Well, at least you're not a centaur. (I just flashed on that hysterical SNL sketch with Christopher Walken.)