Oh, dear. Much sinus bone~ma to your DH, Connie.
Y'all see the man hanging out of the spaceship with the really big gun? Now I'm not saying you weren't easy to find. It was kinda out of our way, and he didn't want to come in the first place. Man's lookin' to kill some folk. So really it's his will y'all should worry about thwarting.
Mal ,'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Calli - Sep 23, 2009 1:31:18 pm PDT #24138 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
sj - Sep 23, 2009 1:36:15 pm PDT #24139 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{{Connie and DH}}}}} Tons of ~ma.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 23, 2009 1:47:41 pm PDT #24140 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Oh, Connie. I am so, so, sorry. You two do NOT NEED this. It sucks and is so unfair. Please vent away, don't worry about our squick level. If we can help by being here, then please let us help.
And if you need other help, too.
{{Connie and DH}}
sj - Sep 23, 2009 1:54:31 pm PDT #24141 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I'm rolling my eyes at TCG right now. He is really very intelligent, but after several years he can't remember his own cellphone number when he needs to leave it for someone in a message.
Nora Deirdre - Sep 23, 2009 1:55:08 pm PDT #24142 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
Tom doesn't know his either.
StuntHusband - Sep 23, 2009 1:57:44 pm PDT #24143 of 30000
Electromagnetic candy! - Stark
I only know my own; I don't know ALFREDO'S (and I lived with him for FIVE YEARS), because my cel phone remembers such trivial things for me.
(that's my excuse, and now I'm fleeing the scorn at high speed)
Cass - Sep 23, 2009 2:09:04 pm PDT #24144 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I totally understand, SH. My parents' number is 6. I press six and my phone calls their house.
SailAweigh - Sep 23, 2009 2:17:53 pm PDT #24145 of 30000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Yeah, the only number my daughter knows by heart is mine. So, even when she's lost at Summerfest (and borrowing a stranger's phone) in Milwaukee and I'm up in Door County, I get phone calls asking for help.
Lee - Sep 23, 2009 2:17:56 pm PDT #24146 of 30000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I sometimes need to look mine up. I don't like the phone, so I don't use it.
Hil R. - Sep 23, 2009 2:23:04 pm PDT #24147 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
Lots of health~ma for your DH, Connie.