Awww, Ginger. Poor Mr. Peabody! You need some relief.
Kaylee: You're nice, too. Mal: No, I'm not. I'm a mean old man.
'Serenity'
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.
DavidS - May 15, 2010 8:30:24 am PDT #19477 of 30000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
omnis_audis - May 15, 2010 8:35:46 am PDT #19478 of 30000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
{{{ Pix }}} I hope you can relax and let the stress wash off you. Maybe a nice bath with Epsom salts? Heat pad on your neck? Either way, I hope the tension finds its way out of you. I don't like you in pain.
You're a support system in a corset, eyeglasses and high heels, with a dirty mind, a heart of gold and a dictionary on hand.Shir, I love your description. Since I don't wear glasses or corsets, I guess I'm the dirty mind with heart of gold.
Seems the moving company found my computer battery back up out in Riverside. So I need to call the other guy and see if I can head out there today and pick it up.
DCJensen - May 15, 2010 8:37:09 am PDT #19479 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
Am at the doctor's office after being at chiro. She x-rayed my neck and said one of the vertebrae is bad--looks like whiplash or a damaged disc
Perhaps now that the disc has been identified, a return visit to the Chiro might be helpful. At the very least they might have some stretching exercises to relieve the pressure.
Barb - May 15, 2010 8:40:18 am PDT #19480 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”
Aw, Ginger, that sucks. Poor Mr. Peabody. And a pox on Creepy Guy.
Calli - May 15, 2010 8:43:43 am PDT #19481 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I'm glad the vet didn't find anything wrong with Mr. Peabody. And I hope the creepy gardening guy stops being an asshat.
WindSparrow - May 15, 2010 8:47:01 am PDT #19482 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.
Ginger, that kinda scares me for you and Mr. Peabody. Follow your intincts with this guy. Maybe jot down notes on weird shit you see the guy doing. IIRC Mr. Peabody has made it plain that he wants to be an only dog. If not, in your shoes I'd be thinking hard about volunteering to foster a couple of big dogs to act as enforcers to Mr. Peabody's alarm-dog duties.
ChiKat - May 15, 2010 9:22:55 am PDT #19483 of 30000
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
{{Fay}} Stay safe and keep checking in regularly.
{{Pix}} I'm glad your friends are there to care for you and I am so sorry about everything.
DCJensen - May 15, 2010 9:30:17 am PDT #19484 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.
We need to define the "XKCD Effect."
Why? "Malamanteau" just brought up about 226,000 results when I searched on Google.
Sparky1 - May 15, 2010 9:42:34 am PDT #19485 of 30000
Librarian Warlord
Pix, I hope you feel better.
Fay, I hope you're safe and things get resolved there quickly.
Ginger, I hope Mr. Peabody never has another seizure. If he does, I really suggest taking him to a neurologist - Sass' seizures were controlled relatively easily by the specialist but the regular vet just didn't have the experience.
A neighbor I don't particular care for just came over to quiz me on our cleaning person. She tells me she wants someone who will do an excellent job but that she also wants someone cheap. I didn't say, "So you want to pay someone less than they're worth?" Instead I just refused to tell her what we're paying.
Pix - May 15, 2010 10:05:44 am PDT #19486 of 30000
The status is NOT quo.
Aw, Ginger, that sucks. Poor Mr. Peabody. And a pox on Creepy Guy.
This.
ETA: I ended up only taking one of each this morning, Barb, and though I'm far from pain free, I think they've taken the edge off enough that I can function. And by function, I mean sit on the couch rather than lying in bed.