I have brakes! I wish S was this nice all the time. He's making noise about moving back here from Hawaii and I'm scared because we have an empty room. D said he wouldn't let him move in but he is D's Dad and has worn D down on other stuff before (like lending him money).
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.
I'm saying this in the nicest, most loving way possible:
Shut. Up.
We love you. We want to hairpat and hug you. We want to Kermit wave just to see you smile, k?
I couldn't have said it better, Barb.
Hon, vent if you need to. We are here to hug and support as needed. We love and care about you and ND.
{{{Kristin}}}
{{Kristin}}
Blech. I'm stressy. And also crampy, which I thought was supposed to go away with the Yaz, but it seems to be getting worse. And I'm also spacey today, as usual -- I just can't concentrate on anything for more than about half an hour.
Oh, and weird email today: the rabbi of my synagogue sent out a letter to the whole mailing list saying that it has "come to his attention" that some women are going to the mikveh without waiting the full seven days after their periods, and that there are not any rabbinical opinions supporting this, and that he doesn't want women who are trying to follow the halachah to be misled by women going before seven days. Which is a useful thing to say, I suppose, but I'm left wondering how he got any information about how long women were waiting to go to the mikveh to begin with.
Yeah, that seems pretty odd.
Okay, I have mentally shaken myself off and am kicking this funk. I took a shower (!!), washed dishes, and am washing the sheets. Now I'm going to start working on the CTY stuff. This is my resolve face.
And such a pretty resolve face. Yay for the burst of productivity. After several days of long hours I am chillin' watching the Dems party on in Denver.
As I just said to Al Gore, you go on with your bad self, Kristin. (Except I didn't call him Kirstin. Actually, I think I called him dude.)
Don't mess with Pix and her resolve. You go girl!