Xander ,'Chosen'
[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.
The receptionist isn't willing to give the request to a different doctor in the practice.
Wow. That's so NOT her decision. That's the point where I'd be going to the office, with Aidan and Kara in tow, and demanding to see a goddamn doctor.
No receptionist is qualified to determine whether or not a patient should wait 3 1/2 days for MEDICAL GODDAMN CARE.
Yeah, unfortunately, the doctor's office is on the other side of town and Greg has the car. I am, however, going to find a new doctor.
Crappity, Deena. I hope you get some relief soon.
Good grief, Deena. Yes, I think a new doctor with a better receptionist is required.
Prepare to sit tight for a while, Barb. Fay, she is in no hurry. They are showing her going out into the Atlantic then hanging a left and going back through Jax again. Huh.
Our Fay is far more organized and pretty, IJS.
Yeah, I'm feeling the tease-- it rained fairly hard for about thirty minutes, now it's cleared out enough that I'm even seeing glimpses of blue between the clouds.
I'm sorry, y'all-- it's all my fault. There are always hurricanes around my birthday.
I'm sorry, y'all-- it's all my fault. There are always hurricanes around my birthday.
It's not like you chose your birthday - I think this is something else you can blame on your parents.
- I think this is something else you can blame on your parents.
Yeah, especially since my mother made a point of referring to me as a "Love Child" (complete with Bad! Poetry!) when she was trying to convince me it was a great idea for her to be getting back together with my dad.
::shudder::
When is your birthday, Barb? My mom is 87 today. I knew she was going out so we left a nice voice message from the Holt Family Chorus on her machine.
OK, this is too funny. ON the other side of the room, three girls are talking about Fabio, for some reason. Then one of the guys says, "He's cut his hair." "What? No! He cut his hair?" "Uh huh."
Cue three simultaneous gasps of horror.
Good lord, they were toddlers when he was first hot! I kind of envy their clueless sillines.
so we left a nice voice message from the Holt Family Chorus on her machine.
Sort of like the Von Trapps but hugely tall?