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}}
River ,'Out Of Gas'
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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}}
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.
Tom doesn't know his either.
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)
I totally understand, SH. My parents' number is 6. I press six and my phone calls their house.
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.
I sometimes need to look mine up. I don't like the phone, so I don't use it.
Lots of health~ma for your DH, Connie.
Yeah. I don't know Cass', or SH's, or Plei's, or ... wait, no, I do know my own number, and I know Pete's. And I know Mom & Dad's. Everyone else I have to look up.
No wonder I don't get status reports! *eyeroll*