she slipped on the third stair from the bottom
Thank god it's not much. Several months ago a girl was going down some stairs here in my building, she slipped 4-5 steps up, and broke several bones in her ankle. I was the only one who heard her go flump, but I figured it was a slip and she wouldn't want anyone to see her be embarrassed--then I heard her crying for help.
Women prefer the internet over sex
I've been NGA so long, I don't really remember sex, but I'm on the internet for hours a day
I'm glad for the update on Aims, and I'm really glad it wasn't anything terribly serious.
Hil, it's good to hear you and your doctor have a plan for your shoulder.
Teppy, here's hoping your pain is easily manageable until your MRI in January, and that what they find is wrong, is something easily treatable.
Very glad to hear Aims didn't do any major damage.
Good luck with the MRI, Tep.
I hope PT helps, Hil.
Hugs and hot toddies for all the people feeling poorly with winter ick. While not feeling poorly, it is definitely cold enough here to warrant one for myself. Brrr.
I just came home to find the mary janes I purchased from ebay had arrived! They fit. They are a very dark shiny grey. They have a platform heel, but they aren't high heeled. They are one of the few kinds of shoes that can make me taller that I can actually wear! They make me happier than shoes should.
(from Vortex's lin)
Nearly half of the women questioned by Harris Interactive said they'd be willing to forgo sex for two weeks, rather than give up their Internet access
I am seriously going to have to ask how *much* sex I'd be giving up in those two weeks. Because if it's just once, I'd rather keep my wireless.
Can I trade my internet access for some sex?
And how good is the sex we're talking about here? There's a man in my past where I'd chose the internet access in a heartbeat and another man where it would be much more of a dilemma.
I'm glad Aimee wasn't hurt too badly. Much shoulder~ma to Hil.
All very good questions. I mean, exactly how many orgasms am I guaranteed in that two weeks? The interweb satisfies me everytime, not so much with the menfolk.
YOu don't have to pat the Internet and say, "No, really, it was great. No, the cats are not laughing at us."