You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both.

Spike ,'Sleeper'


Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?  

[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.


Susan W. - Aug 07, 2008 8:44:57 am PDT #173 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights

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vw bug - Aug 07, 2008 8:45:40 am PDT #174 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

So, I've been giving him a joking hard time about not eating fruits and veggies, and I found out this morning (after serving apples with his bacon and eggs) that when he told his parents about me, one of the things he told them about me is that I love to cook and have been cooking him "whole meals with sides and everything." His mom is so thrilled that he's getting balanced meals.

I laughed and laughed and laughed.


Nora Deirdre - Aug 07, 2008 8:45:51 am PDT #175 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Nora, I think your docs are full of shit, by the way. I've thought that before, when they balk on prescribing you stuff.

Yeah, I do too, but it's a fight that I've given up on because insisting you're not an alcoholic or an addict is just fruitless, due to the assumption that I'm just in denial. It got to be too much energy for me to fight, and my flight ended me up with the lady who gives me Zoloft, which is an OK solution for the time being, I guess (except the forgetting about Doing It). I HATE changing shrinks. If I never have to do another intake appointment again, I'd be a happy lady.


Laura - Aug 07, 2008 8:57:58 am PDT #176 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

Yay vw, bringing on the wholesome eating habits. I'm so glad your remembrance of the cobbler found its way to his daughter. I'm sure it meant a lot to his family.

Life has decided to cut my summer short and we will start the trip home on Saturday. School starts the 18th. Summer vacation should last longer. Pout.


Scrappy - Aug 07, 2008 8:59:41 am PDT #177 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

IODrugN, BiL has turned up again. He is insisting that everyone is lying and he has no drug problem. He says he was arrested (for "knocking over a table while trying to pack things at his old house") and has to go to court and so can't make the flight out here. There are no records of any arrest that we can find, so it's all very fishy. DH and his sister are flying out there on Sunday to see what's the what and hopefully to get him on a plane here and into rehab.


DavidS - Aug 07, 2008 9:04:30 am PDT #178 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."

He says he was arrested (for "knocking over a table while trying to pack things at his old house")

How very felonious. Those packing police are sure sticklers.


Miracleman - Aug 07, 2008 9:08:38 am PDT #179 of 10001
No, I don't think I will - me, quoting Captain Steve Rogers, to all of 2020

...can we end the War on Drugs, too, while we're at it?


Cashmere - Aug 07, 2008 9:11:42 am PDT #180 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.

BTW, Cash were you on it while pregnant? Anyone?

I wasn't. Oddly enough, through both my pregnancies, I was in a miraculous, depression-free zone. I know hormones can be strange. I was extremely lucky.

I went back on when Liv was a baby.


Laura - Aug 07, 2008 9:15:39 am PDT #181 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.

IODrugN, BiL has turned up again.

No doubt a relief to at least know where he is again. He is very lucky to have such strong family support.


vw bug - Aug 07, 2008 9:20:19 am PDT #182 of 10001
Mostly lurking...

Scrappy, I'm glad you guys have heard from BiL. I hope your DH and SiL are able to get through to him. Ugh.

ION, remember how I said the dogs and I were having a rough morning? Well, it just spilled over into the afternoon. I just went to go to the bathroom and slipped in the kitchen--on water that Pumpkin spilled while playing with her water dish. I don't know what I did to my hip, but it fucking hurts. I'm now doped up on painkillers, crying in bed.