I didn't get the job in Nashville.
'Out Of Gas'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Sorry, Hil.
Oh, Hil. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Hil.
This whole process is rough, Hil. Hang in there.
I think Mom is starting to get bored in Florida. Her morning calls are getting longer and longer.
My dad decided that what we give to the dog will help him.
So he bought a 30 pound dog food bag, when we needed a new one.
On purpose.
I hate when I spend more time putting the baby down for a nap than he spends actually napping. Argh!
My friend Sandy's dog Gracie (who has cancer too)is refusing to eat dog food so Sandy's giving her whatever she wants: this week, for example, I know that she's had prime rib and roast chicken (from Whole Foods).
Also, the old burger and rice standby.