(((((Teppy))))) I'm sorry your ear is still bothering you and that you are having a hard time with the steroids.
Geez, meara. Heal up quickly.
Anya ,'Sleeper'
[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.
(((((Teppy))))) I'm sorry your ear is still bothering you and that you are having a hard time with the steroids.
Geez, meara. Heal up quickly.
{{Bitches}} Skimmed some. Hate being away so much, but I've been buried in work. Ugh, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but it is still a ways out. Stress and exhaustion are my constant companions.
And again I am needed for stuff...
{{{Laura}}}
{{Laura}}
::gives Universe the StinkEye::
Enough, already, 'verse.
Very boring weekend here. But I finally got to see "Damn you, Barack Obama, you Pretty Motherfucker." Which is cooler even than it sounds. My favorite line was "You got me saying prayers for you at night...punk." I would just SUCK OUT LOUD at slam, but watching the good ones always makes me think "Well, maybe..." Even though, rationally, I think I'd look like a crazy woman having a 'sode.
{{{Laura}}}
:using very teacherly voice and death stare: Universe needs a serious intervention. Stop screwing up my friends lives!
ow.
We went into SF to see fleet week .fun,relaxing. Walked back. As I was thinking " feeling good , walking loose,walking smooth" I tripped and crashed in the stockton tunnel. While I am very grateful I am not my BIL or Friend L ( both shatter bones when they fall) I still hurt. This is my way of being sympathetic with Teppy, while making a post all about me.
I also told DH that a bubble wrap suit is out of the question. If I had hit the ground while wearing one -- it would have sounded like major artillery fire.
Wow, Sail, your daughter's gorgeous. And looks like you, I think.
the theater guild ladies cooked us a yummy dinner tonight for the final day of tech. But the desserts. Dear jebus the desserts! Can you say carb coma + chocolate/sugar crash = O_A snoozing during the run through! oops!
Trudy, I'm so sorry to hear about the accident. I hope he's ok.