{{{{{Teppy}}}}} I'm sorry you're feeling so awful right now. I hope you're feeling much better soon.
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[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.
And then, after that, you take it easy, right?
I didn't go to the gym after work yesterday. That was the only thing specified in our deal!
Okay, okay. But I'm just allergic-reaction girl, which is different than your current state of feeling less than optimal. I might go lift weights after lunch, because I'm less itchy (not totally itch-free, but less so), and I think endorphins would help me a LOT.
And after that, a nap.
t edit Randomly, dog #1 came over and licked my foot once, sighed heavily, and laid down on his bed. What's with the sigh, man? My foot is not meant to taste like kibble!
I didn't go to the gym after work yesterday. That was the only thing specified in our deal!
Really? Boy, I shouldn't make deals when drugged up! I thought you were going to take it easy all weekend.
And after that, a nap.
Ok. I'll go with that.
Really? Boy, I shouldn't make deals when drugged up! I thought you were going to take it easy all weekend.
Well, I don't plan to do *much,* and endorphins are good for my drug-deprived brain.
and endorphins are good for my drug-deprived brain.
Yes. Very true. Despite all the pain, I've been trying really hard to still do some walking, because while it makes it worse in the moment, it's better in the long-run. Or, that's what I keep telling myself.
What's with the sigh, man? My foot is not meant to taste like kibble!
But dogs just don't stop believin'...
What's with the sigh, man? My foot is not meant to taste like kibble!
But dogs just don't stop believin'...
The sigh was just comedy GOLD. Like "This time, THIS time, her foot will taste like kibble AND she won't mind if I gnaw it off....EUGH!!!! That's not kibble! WHY IS MY LIFE SO HARD?!?!?"
Dogs, man. They live in hope.
But dogs just don't stop believin'...
Heaven IS just a funky moose to them.
I think my sash mught say 'You be nice and I'll be nice, kay?'
I have Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday off. Woohoo! DH's best friend is visiting from New York and we're going to show him round Cork. And the pubs. Mostly the pubs.
Twelve more minutes!