In Denver now. Have over an hour until the next flight. No real news from sister. Oncologist did tests but no results until tomorrow.
Yeah. Fuck cancer. Dad has been the healthy one.
[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.
In Denver now. Have over an hour until the next flight. No real news from sister. Oncologist did tests but no results until tomorrow.
Yeah. Fuck cancer. Dad has been the healthy one.
Much ~ma for you and your family, ND. And {{{Kristin}}}, too.
My friend S, who is a thyroid cancer survivor, has two tattoos on his biceps. The right one says "fuck", the left one says "cancer". He'd buy a tshirt in a heartbeat. Even if it was pink, which we know it will not be.
Aw, hell, ND. So sorry. Fuck cancer indeed.
HEY! Y'know, I can save up my looming until I see you again. You do know that, right?
Yah boo sucks! I'm not afraid of you!
...while I'm in Bangkok.
Um.
- a photo of a fancy tea cup full of cocoa, sitting next to a tiny chocolate cookie;
- a photo of a vampire bat perched on someone's hand;
- a photo of plate of gorgeously-decorated cupcakes.
is slain.
I think that Jilli may have just used up all my Bless.
{{{ND and family}}} Fuck cancer! Tons of ~ma all around.
Jilli, did you see the House on the Rock pictures? More than once, we commented that it is probably good that you were not with us because we would have lost you to (many!many!) shinies. I took a special series of pics just for you. The graveyard clockwork thingy, the Absinthe sign, the Chalet of the Raven sign, and the musical hearse carriage were taken with love from me to you.
We're in Denver. I'm waving at you, Nicole!
I just got off the phone with a friend who said some things that are very much not true, but I think she must believe them, because if she was remembering correctly she would know that I know the truth. Very strange.
{{{ND and family}}}
{{{sj}}}
the way he loomed over the unwanted guest, which was not so much ADORABLE as SWOONY. All British and clipped and frigidly polite yet menacing! Positively Gilesian!
That was a lovely thing to behold. (Hi, Pete!)
Erin, best luck--since you already have articulate, quick-witted and charming on your own.
(((ND))) No words. Just all the courage and strength I can wish you.