Sorry, Hil.
Don't you have an elsewhere to be?
Cordelia ,'Lessons'
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.
Gudanov - Mar 18, 2010 6:04:39 am PDT #13261 of 30000
Coding and Sleeping
Shir - Mar 18, 2010 6:33:27 am PDT #13262 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Oh, Hil. I'm sorry.
Calli - Mar 18, 2010 6:40:51 am PDT #13263 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm sorry, Hil.
WindSparrow - Mar 18, 2010 7:37:40 am PDT #13264 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.
This whole process is rough, Hil. Hang in there.
Vortex - Mar 18, 2010 7:39:50 am PDT #13265 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
sj - Mar 18, 2010 8:05:55 am PDT #13266 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I think Mom is starting to get bored in Florida. Her morning calls are getting longer and longer.
Shir - Mar 18, 2010 8:56:39 am PDT #13267 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
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.
Glamcookie - Mar 18, 2010 10:43:36 am PDT #13268 of 30000
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
I hate when I spend more time putting the baby down for a nap than he spends actually napping. Argh!
sumi - Mar 18, 2010 10:47:48 am PDT #13269 of 30000
Art Crawl!!!
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.
Connie Neil - Mar 18, 2010 11:33:57 am PDT #13270 of 30000
brillig
My former supervisor just stopped me in the hall to ask about Hubby. Nominally just a courteous gesture, but he had to chase after me from his office to do so, and he's not someone I'm in the habit of speaking to casually. It all felt weirdly significant in some way. He's an odd man, to me, very local, with little experience of the world outside of the Utah Mormon sphere. He finds the tale of Hubby's health etc. to be very disturbing and he doesn't know how to react, especially as I am very reticent about talking about it to people who are acquaintances-not-friends. He always strikes me as wanting to say "You're making that up," because I don't think he can conceive of living a life like mine. This encounter felt like he wanted to dabble in some high drama, which is probably unkind to him, but it's so completely out of the blue for him to make such an effort to find out what's going on.