As much health-ma as S can handle coming from this direction, Sean. Bloody fucking hell.
'Dirty Girls'
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.
Burbank? Ice? Wings?!! WTF? Ok I was bitching about the cold here in Dallas thinking "I left warm California? For winter?". It looks like I'd have that chill either way.
Continued ~ma for S!
{{Sean and S}} Bugger. I hope it's relatively minor, Sean. A bug would be good at this point. Coping~ma.
Travel~ma, GC. No way southern CA should have frosty wings! This winter is already weirder than last year.
I made coffee, why am I not driniking it? Craxiness.
I had to call an ambulance, as she had become combative and non-responsive.
Man, you'd hope one of the non-responses would be non-fighting. Punching, seizing and puking at the same time just doesn't seem like a fair combination.
Sean, I know my kids would vote against me but I'd skip Christmas just to finish 2008 off for you and put it in the rear-view mirror.
oh dear Sean, I hope that S's visit to the ER is brief and ends well.
Yeah, it was an odd combination, David. And damn that's awful sweet of you, and don't think I don't appreciate it, but no skipping Christmas.
but no skipping Christmas.
::puts away Caledar Advancer 3000::
Matilda is being minded by EM and Emmett today. Her noggin bonk is a glorious rainbow of yellows and greens. She declared "Emmett is pajama boy!" on seeing him at EM's house, slounged around in front of the xmas tree.
{{{{Sean & S}}}} I'm so sorry, sweetie.
I skipped over 800 messages, so ~ma to them that needs it. I'm back at work, and ready to go home again and sleep.
may-it-be-minor ma~~~` to S. and all the peace to you,Sean.
Dammit! Sean, I'm so sorry. What can I do? We don't leave until this afternoon, so let me know. Love you.