He's home.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Drew, all the ~ma in the world. Feel free to buzz me if you need someone to talk with. Even if it's just to talk about something else for a bit.
glad to hear he made it home.
I'm glad that your father is home now, Drew. I hope his passing is peaceful.
I'm glad to hear he made it home, Drew. Hugs and ma times eleventy billion for you.
separate post. A little levity. I'm eating lunch at a diner. It's late. 2:30. They are counting receipts and commenting how busy it was. One gal says "if Friday is this bad, screw it, I wanna go in labor rather than be here.".
It was funny in context. Of course seeing ballooned lady saying it helps.
Good that he is home, Drew. Peace and strength ~ma headed your way.
if Friday is this bad, screw it, I wanna go in labor rather than be here
There really are very few things worse than labor. Her job must really be grim. IJS
edit cause I hit post when my phone rang...
Now I'm curious as to which diner.
Mama's Daughter Diner. I think it was off Commonwealth over in the industrial area.