Okay, no more buffista children are allowed to fracture anything. (Seriously, I hope Abby's okay and feeling better.)
Wash: I'm not leaving her side, Mal. Don't ask me again. Mal: I wasn't asking. I was telling.
'Out Of Gas'
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.
Stephanie - Oct 01, 2009 6:16:27 am PDT #24846 of 30000
Trust my rage
Barb - Oct 01, 2009 6:17:57 am PDT #24847 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Aw, Seska, yay for grandmas who are more with it than we give them credit for!
And because it made me happy and I hope it makes my Bitches struggling with the moods a little happy, some Muppet Therapy.
billytea - Oct 01, 2009 6:19:02 am PDT #24848 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Okay, no more buffista children are allowed to fracture anything. (Seriously, I hope Abby's okay and feeling better.)
If you could stop them peeing on themselves too, that would be lovely.
Connie Neil - Oct 01, 2009 6:19:53 am PDT #24849 of 30000
brillig
If you could stop them peeing on themselves too, that would be lovely.
They'll just pee on you.
Jessica - Oct 01, 2009 6:19:54 am PDT #24850 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Stephanie - Oct 01, 2009 6:20:20 am PDT #24851 of 30000
Trust my rage
Or, you know, rubbing blueberries into the light beige carpet.
Not that I know anything about that.
Barb - Oct 01, 2009 6:20:40 am PDT #24852 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
They'll just pee on you.
Or the dog
(Which is what Nate did. In spectacular fashion, when he was about Ryan's age.)
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Oct 01, 2009 6:21:10 am PDT #24853 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
I sometimes wonder if drug companies sit around coming up with things to sell drugs for.
That might be the case in the US. Over here, our psychiatrists are loathe to diagnose anyone with anything. I didn't get my diagnosis until five years after I starting seeking help (and I was ill enough that I had to go to hospital for a bit).
Interesting parallel that I've just noticed: there was the same reluctance to diagnose my genetic musculoskeletal disorder. That diagnosis took over 25 years. (My mother, who first sought help when I was aged 2, was not impressed to hear, 25 years later, that my medical notes from back then branded her 'neurotic'.)
Our NHS: we love it, but it drives us crazy with its "Go away, you've probably got a cold" attitude to everything.
Jessica - Oct 01, 2009 6:21:45 am PDT #24854 of 30000
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Blueberries are the devil's fruit. They get everywhere.
(We shall not speak of the Blueberry Incident Involving A Rental Car.)
Connie Neil - Oct 01, 2009 6:24:06 am PDT #24855 of 30000
brillig
my genetic musculoskeletal disorder
Do you have hyperextensive joints? Hubby's joint and spine problems are genetic, and he was told when he was 13 that he wouldn't live to see 30--which inspired him to live a life of adventure that has resulted in great stories and damage. That diagnosis was done in the last 60s.