'Harm's Way'
[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}}}
Ma ~ma for Trudy.
Lots o'~ma for the other bitches that need it.
I bailed on the gym tonight. Considering I've been going every day during the week for nearly six weeks, I'm not going to beat myself up over it.
I have a meeting with a life insurance person tomorrow. I'm not covered by DH's work so we have to buy a policy for me. Ugh. I hate being grown up.
I want to have my cremains made into a diamond, I think.
(((Drew)))
Looks like this Boise trip will be a monthly thing. Joy.
Hey, at least you'll be earning frequent flier miles, right? Which you can use to come back for VISITS!!!!
I mostly want my cremains buried with a tree planted on top of them, but visiting the columbarium in Oakland a few years ago and looking at all the amazing urns there made me think that maybe I'd prefer a book-shaped urn. Just haven't decided what book, open to which passage.
You and Kristin have been in my thoughts, Drew. I'm so sorry for the burden of it; it sounds like the worst of raw grief and trying to cope with tedious bureaucracies, in a mashup from hell.
Mom is watching Dr. Phil. I'm now working in the other room.
Sean and I had a lovely lunch at the great local deli/bakery Lovebirds and are now listening to an old B-Movie Bastards. (Sean had never actually listened to the insane episode when Jeff wasn't here and you all went crazy.)
I need to de-clutter the house and make some calls and am feeling spectacularly uninspired to do so.
I did finish the rest of the student feedback emails this morning, but since they were due Tuesday night I can't feel very virtuous about that.
Hi Sean!
t kermit waves @ Sean
{{{{{Drew}}}}}
B-Movie Bastards
Always a good for a laugh.
I can't feel very virtuous about that.
I wouldn't say that! The fact that you have kept going with the class in the midst of everything is amazing.
Sean has disappeared out back to take a call. I shall pass along your Kermit-wave when he returns.
Smack him on the ass too, tell him it was from me. It's hard to give a man a reach around from 151 miles away.
Oh, as usual, dear.
