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.
If I were in charge of the world, this would be a law. Every book in a series would have to have all the books in the series listed, latest to earliest.
At the very least, every author in these modern times ought to have that info on a website.
Continuing to enjoy the ongoing saga of meara and the GILF, though I'm thinking if/when the sex finally happens it'll have to be pretty much the most mindblowingly wild and awesome ever to be worth going through so much to get there...
I am heartbroken that I missed the timely window to wish JZ a Happy Birthday. I hope it was stellar, dear, and that the year ahead is filled with amazing adventures, new discoveries, much accomplishment, and a generous leavening of fun. Also? Sparklers. Somewhere in there, there should be sparklers.
(((GC))) My sympathies. The right decision is always difficult. But it's a wise woman who recognizes the solace in ice cream. (((GC))) again, just because.
Erin is adorable, drunk or sober. And meara and Fay's assorted satellites need to open their eyes and see the gorgeousness before them and pay proper homage. Yes.
I have sad and responsible errands today, ones I would rather not do. But since the other parties involved are 7 and 15, somebody has to drive. Guess that's me.
Hee. mears's GILF stories are making me laugh. meara's my lesbian West Coast self and Trudy is my het East Coast self. I am a little drunk, so I am very philsophical. Ha. I spelled that right.
Awww... I feel like a wonder twin of hotness!
Happiest of birthdays to you, Hec!!!
Tears have been flowing, but we are going to go to our local shelter today and see if there is a kitty that needs to come home with us.
Happy Birthday to Hec!
I am seeking hivemind help. Yesterday when my friend C. and I were cleaning up the backyard before Omnis' going away party, we discovered the hard way that yellow jackets were building a nest in an opening in our foundation (!!) in a corner of the patio. I got stung twice: once just above my right eyebrow and once on the top of my head. I'm not allergic, but my father is, so I took two Benedryl. The stings still hurt, but the swelling went down, and it seemed fine. We were able to destroy the nest with wasp/hornet spray, so that was all set too. I took two more Benedryl before I went to sleep just in case.
Well I woke up this morning with my right eye swollen almost completely shut. I have to assume this is an aftereffect of the sting (can toxins slide down from an eyebrow to an eyelid this far after the fact?), but now I'm really worried. I just took two more Benedryl and am icing my eye, but I'm not sure what to make of this or if I need to go to Urgent Care.
Anyone have any insights?
Honestly,if you are breathing ok , feeling ok, you probably don't need urgent care.However, you may be developing allergies to the bees-- so you might want to talk to a doctor about it.-- more for future stuff
Ok, Beth, that sounds good. Do you have any sense of how long this swelling might last, and should the Benedryl help? It's not swollen completely shut, but I can't see clearly out of it--everything's a big blur--and it's pretty uncomfortable.
My brother is allergic, and the swelling, like beth said, is only urgent if you're having trouble breathing. But you're probably definitely allergic, based on the reaction -- Urgent Care probably isn't necessary, but you should talk to a doctor about it for the future, in case you need to carry an EpiPen.
Ok, so no Urgent Care, but this is an emerging allergy I need to talk with my GP about. So Benedryl, ice, and wait, huh? Anyone have any idea how long this should last?
This is a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of things, but man, the Universe can back the hell off. I need to be whole and functional right now if I'm going to be able to help ND (who is still sick) and keep the house running while he's gone.