Ma for the swift excommunication of the skull lutherans. And for Barb's family having the sense to avoid the same fate.
Buffy: Where are the burgers? Riley: Yeah man, I'm starving. Cow me. Xander: I'd love to make with the moo but the fire's not cooperating.
'Lessons'
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.
brenda m - Nov 05, 2009 3:09:49 am PST #29353 of 30000
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there
Barb - Nov 05, 2009 3:15:46 am PST #29354 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Connie's husband at least would have anesthesia.
And forgive me for not saying so earlier, being in the throes of HULK! SMASH!, but much ~ma to you and the hubby, Connie.
Sparky1 - Nov 05, 2009 3:20:37 am PST #29355 of 30000
Librarian Warlord
Connie, may the Inquisition in your DH's skull go well.
Barb, the morning in your house sounds vaguely like the morning in my house. Only the dog goes back to bed after being fed, usually in the spot I've had to vacate to feed her. My sympathies.
I had my first Facebook notification of the death of someone in my high school class (no hair pats necessary, we weren't close friends although we did spend lots of time together in the same group of friends and I haven't spoken to him in 20+ years) and it was sort of unseemly in that there seemed to be a bit of a race to be the one to break the news to the group. Also, I asked for an address to which to send a note, and the person who posted just told me to send an email to his mother. It doesn't feel right to send my sympathies that way.
WindSparrow - Nov 05, 2009 3:50:31 am PST #29356 of 30000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Ma for the swift excommunication of the skull lutherans.
I like the way Brenda said this so much, I'm not going to bother trying to say it for myself. Much ~ma.
Also, getting better as well as not getting killed ~ma for Barb's kids.
Sparky, I see what you mean. I don't have any solutions for it, though.
Turkey nuggets with stuffing and cranberry on a stick sound like a perfect breakfast to me. Too bad we aren't likely to have any.
Steph L. - Nov 05, 2009 4:27:10 am PST #29357 of 30000
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
Connie, all my digits are crossed for your hubby. Begone, Lutherans!
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 05, 2009 5:12:47 am PST #29358 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
~ma for you and your hubby, Connie.
Today cancelled due to migraine. Typical.
beth b - Nov 05, 2009 5:18:07 am PST #29359 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
sedig the ma~~~ to your husband Connie
Fred Pete - Nov 05, 2009 5:20:44 am PST #29360 of 30000
Ann, that's a ferret.
~ma for Mr. Connie.
Ginger - Nov 05, 2009 5:21:04 am PST #29361 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I hope everything goes well at the de-lutheraning, Connie, and he has a quick recovery.
I'm hoping that today will be a day without the nagging dull headache I've had all week. It's not a bad headache; it's just keeping my brane from working.
JZ - Nov 05, 2009 5:28:52 am PST #29362 of 30000
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Lots of surgery-and-Lutheran-shunning~ma to your husband, Connie, and lots and lots of coping~ma to you.
And, Sparky, yeah. An emailed sympathy note would have Miss Manners reaching for her smelling salts.
Ugh. Matilda was up last night from 12:30 to about 4, the last hour and a half howling, then whimpering, then grunting with increasingly exhausted rage at not being allowed into our bed. Hec just bundled her and Emmett out the door, surely late, full of what I think for our coffee maker is roughly a quadruple latte but still staggering and barely functional.
It's got to get easier at some point. It's just got to.