Simon ,'Jaynestown'
[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.
So, later report: S's fever has gone down another degree. It's now 98.5 or so. And judging by the amount of urine in the catheter basin, her kidneys are still going strong.
These are both very positive signs.
Things I've learned from my time in hospitals:
According to their loved ones, every single sick person in any hospital anywhere is a "fighter".
Except S. She's just stubborn.
Only if I'm the villain, Erin. Or any of the other Buffistas. Or possibly all of us. We are Legion. It's our super villain name.
Gambit! Yep, him. Mmmm. I LIKE morally ambiguous! Tasty.
Sean, that's good news. I'm glad to hear it!
I'm talking tie-the-girl-to-the-train-tracks, my super ray will destroy Metropolis BAD.
Heh.
I don't think you want to be a hero at all, Erin.
Your slide into villainy took all of ten minutes.
We're totally that evil.
She's Catwoman looking for a Batman.
That was my thought too!
Gambit! Yep, him. Mmmm. I LIKE morally ambiguous! Tasty.
Have you see who's playing him in the X-Men Evolutions movie? Not exactly who I envisioned, but verra pretty nevertheless.
In morally ambiguous news, I'm going to hell.
I let Abby choose her grandmother's birthday gift. Anyone who's heard me talk of Abby's tastes knows that it's... loud colorful. To say the least.
So I gave her the option of several pairs of earrings, many of them discreet and tasteful, actually. Predictably, she chose these.
If I gave them to Mom, she'd give me the stink-eye-- but because it's going to be coming from her grandchildren, she's going to love them and wear them and may even call them George. And since she says she's going to give all her jewelry to Abby anyhow, I might as well let the kid pick something she'll eventually enjoy having.
Yep. Straight to hell. On a bullet train.
vw, glad you are ok. Sorry if I was mom hen there. I just remember reading changing session times and meds and then stressy things happening then silence. Pfft, who needs leather pants, vw is going supery on us naturally.
Ok, iPhone typing too slow. I'm bitter & angry that I have to be at work.