Can I have some -ma for TCG's step-grandmother? I just found out she's in the hospital with pneumonia and she had a mild heart attack.
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.
~~~ma for TCG & his family. Grandparents in the hospital is always scary.
~~ma for TCG & his family.
~ma to TCG's step-grandmother (and the rest of the TCG family, too).
On my first trip to San Diego I was chased through an open-air shopping mall by a very large flying insect which I later discovered was a dune bug. They are apparently harmless but I think that's just a good cover story for a really frikkin' big insect.
~Ma to TCG's family.
Giant flying roaches on the other hand can fuck right the hell off.
Oh, hell the fuck yes. Spiders, I'm generally cool with (except the one that bit the fuck out of me in June - Ima kill that bastard), but roaches? AUGH.
Happy Birthday, Scrappy!
Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
I like this one.
Happy Birthday, Scrappy!
And much ~ma to TCG's step-grandmother.
I'm not terribly bothered by spiders unless they're touching me. Bees, wasps, and hornets, on the other hand, engender a fear/hate response way out of proportion to their ability to hurt me. Haaaaate!
I can't even rid myself of the dead ones because I'm afraid the second I try to pick it up (with a whole roll of paper towels/toilet paper wrapped around my hand) the fucker is going to come back to life and come after me.
~ma to TCG and family. I skipped too much earlier and missed this.
I have nothing to do at work. Seriously, all caught up. I've been playing around on the internet all day, checking out the unemployment website and the variouis jobs websites. It's depressing to know I'll be out of work in only 16 days.