Drew, much ~ma toward handling the many aspects of your family situation. Skilled care in an environment designed to enable it is a blessing, and I hope your mom will come to see that.
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.
1. Mal & Iris were likely separated at birth. Much cuteness was perpetrated.
Which you documented with photographs?
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I accompanied some of the residents on a cruise on this paddlewheel boat: [link] Nice meal served (of which I dared not eat more than six bites), adorable Dixieland 3-piece band. A good time was had by all, with the minor exception that I discovered that while on a boat, I need to be looking at the horizon/scenery because putting my attention on where my clients are walking and/or the plate in front of me = not a pleasant sensation. Still, they had a good time, and I didn't puke my guts up or otherwise embarrass myself.
I decided to stop at the nearby grocery store, to check out their deli counter. I rather like their fried chicken, but for some reason as I was standing there, I had a vivid sensory memory of the ham salad my mom used to bring home. They didn't have any fresh ham salad behind the counter, but there were some little tubs of it in one of the cooler cases.
Sadly, I was unaware of the shift to serving ham salad as a dessert course.
It must be for dessert, if it's that sweet, right? There's honey, sugar, HFCS, more sugar, and about three other items ending in -ose.
I am currently stuck in a booth, entertaining myself with random xkcd strips. The more I read this strip, the more I love it.
Lord, I feel stupid. I think when I hit the accelerator this afternoon I jammed my leg-- it's not bad, but I've got these slight shooting pains going from foot to my hip that are making my leg twitch and ache.
Feh.
< /whine>
It's real pain, Barb, and it was caused by someone else's stupidity. You have a right to some brie with your whine.
Evan is a beautiful little boy.
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Oh, askye! He's GORGEOUS! YAY!
Barb, definite feh. Bad driver. No cookie.