We're supposed to go to TCG's dad and stepmom's for dinner tonight. His stepbrother is cooking lasagna. I'm sending TCG by himself because I have a stomach bug, and the poor guy can't figure out if I really mean that he should go or not. I really do want him to go. I don't want to be around food or anyone who wants to eat tonight. It's not a trap.
I'm so sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, my fun-time-Buffy party night involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window, so if you want to trade... no wait, I wouldn't give up that memory for anything.
Buffy ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
sj - Dec 05, 2008 6:43:23 am PST #3380 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Fred Pete - Dec 05, 2008 7:01:17 am PST #3381 of 10000
Ann, that's a ferret.
~ma to Frank and family.
erikaj - Dec 05, 2008 7:03:26 am PST #3382 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
this is gross, but oddly related...what would you say is average, in terms of times a year you get sick to your stomach? Because I do about every six weeks and I'm starting to think that's...excessive. Not, like "OMG, stomach cancer...oh no!" but maybe there's something I could do.
Scrappy - Dec 05, 2008 7:06:03 am PST #3383 of 10000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I used to get sick that much when I had migraines, but now I'm down to maybe three times a year. You defintely have what my grandmother called a "nervous stomach" and there is stuff they can do for that, I think.
sumi - Dec 05, 2008 7:12:03 am PST #3384 of 10000
Art Crawl!!!
My job was up for reclassification and I had a "desk audit" where someone from HR comes by and asks you questions about your job and today I got the result: no reclassification. I feel like I failed a test.
Even though I know that all the job descriptions are really broad and it's difficult to get a lower level office support position switched to an upper level one.
sj - Dec 05, 2008 7:17:01 am PST #3385 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
erika, I usually have some sort of stomach ailment that often (although today's is extra special). For me, I'm sure it is relate to my disability. Do you think that might have something to do with your stomach troubles.
DavidS - Dec 05, 2008 7:30:31 am PST #3386 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
You're not really going to get her educational games, are you omnis? Jesus, man, why not just buy her socks.
You're the Uncle! You don't have to buy responsible toys. You're supposed to get her the cool shit that her parents won't buy her. Don't you understand your role at all? You're the end-around from parental pressure and expectations.
You know what's cool on DS? The Lego Star Wars and Indiana Jones and Batman games.
DavidS - Dec 05, 2008 7:31:37 am PST #3387 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Frank, that's horribly sad news. But I do admire his response, and also the brother who's taking time off to travel with him.
erikaj - Dec 05, 2008 7:32:15 am PST #3388 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!
It might, I suppose, although one side of the family is...sort of plagued by digestive ick.I have eliminated most of the irritating food, but there are days when it doesn't seem to matter what it is. The fact that it's usually in the small hours and my aim is terrible is just a sick joke.
sj - Dec 05, 2008 7:34:23 am PST #3389 of 10000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
It might, I suppose, although one side of the family is...sort of plagued by digestive ick.I have eliminated most of the irritating food, but there are days when it doesn't seem to matter what it is. The fact that it's usually in the small hours and my aim is terrible is just a sick joke.
Are you on anything for acid reflux? That might help.