((((Abby))))
Tara ,'Get It Done'
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.
{{{Barb and Abby}}}
No more hurties and owies! So sayeth The Empress!
Hello, SLNRLBF! Haven't posted with you before, I don't think. Welcome to the board and thanks for chiming in.
Oh, poor Abby! No fun.
GC, I love the crib. Cute without being twee. And you look great!
I am wearing red and black striped knee-high socks with silver glittery skulls. And my bat pendant of hand-carved jet. Hello, month o' Halloween!
Barb ~ Oh, poor Abby. I hope it's not a fracture, and that it heals quickly.
So far today, I've lost the plot entirely at my PCA, made the cleaner cry, stressed at The Girl even though she really doesn't need that from me, and am now hiding in my bedroom in an attempt to avoid making anyone else unhappy.
On the bright side, I have mashed potatoes, cheese and pineapple to eat. Not all at once.
Poor Abby, sorry about that Barb.
Ok.
For whatever reason (prolly pre-menstrual), I am very emotional today. Emeline took a header down the sidewalk waiting for the bus- and I cried. My co-worker showed me a photo collage she made for our boss' dad's funeral - and I cried. I was just talking to one of our property managers about one of our tenants that is ID and how it's only been in the past ten years that adults with ID have been able to keep their children and raise them - and I cried.
Hey! Emotions! Chill the eff out!
Aims, I empathise! I hope your day improves, and your emotional state with it.
{{Aims}} Come here and put your head on my shoulder. gropes Aims
{{{Aims}}}
Hey! Emotions! Chill the eff out!
Dude, mine too. I saw a 10-second Where The Wild Things Are TV spot yesterday and just started sobbing. Seriously, hormones? NOT COOL.
(In my defense, it was the one where the wild thing tells Max "I'll eat you up I love you so.")