why am I still awake??? OK, I think I'm heading to bed now.
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.
Dear Dogs,
6:22 a.m. is not an appropriate wake-up time on a Sunday morning.
No Love,
mom and vw
[[[[ginger]]]]
Molly Ringwald turned 40 this year.
..and she's playing a mom in an upcoming series, "The Secret Life Of An American Teenager"
So much -ma for Ginger!
So glad Kristin got to the boat on time (and yes that was sung to the tune of "Get me to the church on time")
..and she's playing a mom in an upcoming series, "The Secret Life Of An American Teenager"
That show has been airing for a few weeks already. On ABC Family.
Or would that be like looking up at the tall buildings in NYC?
Hey now! Our tall buildings are awesome and totally deserve to be stared at. Just don't do it from the *middle* of the sidewalk.
t /ObNYC
I got a haircut yesterday from a new stylist (my old one has left the salon and I couldn't afford to wait until I tracked her down because I'm going to a wedding on Friday), and I'm really not happy with how it turned out. It's not a bad cut, exactly, but it's really not *me*. It's very...flat and conservative. I think I look like Hillary Clinton. DH says it looks good, but he's not a reliable judge of these things. Maybe after I fix the color it will be ok.
(The tricky part is that I need it to look neat for the wedding but I'm also trying to grow it out, so she didn't take off very much length, just trimmed the flippy things off the side and made my bangs not look like bunny ears. But the shape is SO not what I'm used to wearing. I'm hoping it's just the way she styled it, and that after I wash it today it will sort itself out.)
Thanks for the ma, people. The power just came back on, right after my neighbor, who got power a couple of hours ago, had invited me to breakfast.
The evening got worse. At midnight, I proceeded to projectile vomit (This was the third time I've thrown up since 1973.) over the hall, the bathroom, a bunch of prescription pills, my gown and my hair. Being unable to see to clean, I just covered the floor with everything in my linen closet, which I'll have to throw in the washing machine when I get back from breakfast. Then I took a bath and went back to bed, and I really felt better then. Now I'm just a little shaky. One think I discovered: Terrible stomach cramps are much harder to bear without mindless television.
It was a hugely loud and long storm, which terrified the dog, and then he was scared again by the dark and the flashlight. Also, he could obviously tell there was something wrong with me. Poor little dog.
Oh, Ginger, what an awful night! I'm glad you're feeling better, if a little shaky. Poor Mr. Peabody, too. I think you two need more snuggle time, with the lights on!
Oh, Ginger. That sounds just miserable. You're feeling better, though?
It looks like my cell phone got water damage yesterday during our storm (when I decided to make a run for my car from Target because it wasn't letting up). I can't afford a new phone. Grrr...