I just want to point out, though, that I'm quite pleased that my gene pool can take half the credit for my nephew.
Zoe: We're getting him back. Jayne: What are we gonna do, clone him?
'War Stories'
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.
Connie Neil - Jul 21, 2008 7:51:54 am PDT #7804 of 10001
brillig
Scrappy - Jul 21, 2008 8:05:26 am PDT #7805 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Drew--I wish you strength today, and hope you find moments of connection and love to sustain you.
Strix - Jul 21, 2008 8:14:11 am PDT #7806 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
{{Drew}}
Ah, man, there ain't nothing can be said to make it better. I feel bad for you, honey.
IOShallowN, I am back from the dentist with new choppers! I almost cried when he showed them to me. They are so pretty! My front teeth were seriously fucked up (no enamel, stains, uneven) and the bottom teeth were all stained, and now they are pretty and I feel like I can smile at people again without hiding my teeth. YAY!
Daisy Jane - Jul 21, 2008 8:14:21 am PDT #7807 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
(((ND & Pix)))
Had a great time hanging with omnis last night. Less fun was trying to get my car from the pound yesterday and taking my friend to detox this morning.
That place is fucking depressing.
Nora Deirdre - Jul 21, 2008 8:18:11 am PDT #7808 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Hang in there, Drew. The day's gonna be awful but it will eventually end. (remembering this is how I get through wakes/viewings/memorial services because each minute feels like an eternity. But it WILL end.)
Hugs to you and yours. And of course continued ~ma.
meara - Jul 21, 2008 8:31:11 am PDT #7809 of 10001
Oh Erin, that's awesome!! Yay!!! So great!
DavidS - Jul 21, 2008 8:54:31 am PDT #7810 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
That is a bad Monday, Drew. Peace to you and hours.
Handsome kid, connie.
Hec, Emmett's game sounds like it was quite a nail biter and the pictures of Matilda and Emmett are just so precious.
He scooped her up for the victory lap with the banner, so there will be pictures of her with the Sectional banner too.
DavidS - Jul 21, 2008 8:55:42 am PDT #7811 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Oops, forgot to mention I'm pleased that Erin is so happy with her new smile. (Though I always loved her old smile just fine.)
DJ - detox and pound is a double whammy of ugly.
Miracleman - Jul 21, 2008 9:01:50 am PDT #7812 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020
Daisy Jane - Jul 21, 2008 9:06:59 am PDT #7813 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Pound wound up being ok. Just really freaking frustrating. I couldn't get it because even though I usually drive it, my name isn't on the title. Mr. Jane had to get someone to cover him, then he went to the pound and they wouldn't take the insurance card because it's the new one (current is...in my car) and coverage on that card says it starts on, get this, July 22. Mr. Jane couldn't call me because our cells won't dial out right now, though that's beside the point as he left the damn thing in the truck (which I had). It finally got all straightened out and Mr. Jane sported the giant impound sticker on his chest the rest of the night.
Detox was way worse. We had to get him there by 8 so he could get one of the first available beds. Fill out paperwork, wait for an evaluation, then check him in. It took 3 hours or so. During that time you watch elderly mothers bringing in their sons. Guys who are so far gone they can't even dress themselves. People telling the admittance lady that it's their third time. Everybody giving each other tips on where to go if they run out of beds at this center, or whether to do inpatient or just the detox. We were there so long that G, my friend, started getting the shakes. I had to stay with him until they actually admitted him or he might have just left.