I have a thermometer.
Time to pack up the pup and head home. I have to stop on the way to pick up a rack and table I'm borrowing for a yard sale next weekend. My mom totally dotes on Frankie, and so wants a dog of her own. It's pretty amusing.
You're like my fairy godmother, and Santa Claus, and Q all wrapped up into one! Q from Bond, not Star Trek.
Buffy ,'Help'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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smonster - May 16, 2010 3:33:42 pm PDT #19561 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Atropa - May 16, 2010 4:08:46 pm PDT #19562 of 30000
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
For fun times? Read The Stand while wracked with a severe fever from a flu you caught from everyone else you know. Good times, good times.
I LOVE doing that! In fact, I re-read The Stand when I had Swine flu last year. It was funny. To me, at least.
But yeah, we have a thermometer.
sj - May 16, 2010 4:10:15 pm PDT #19563 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
We have a couple of thermometers because last time we needed one, I couldn't find it.
Pix - May 16, 2010 4:17:37 pm PDT #19564 of 30000
The status is NOT quo.
I bought a thermometer after being diagnosed with pneumonia a couple of years ago. The doctor took my temperature (which was 102), looked horrified and asked how long it had been that high, and I had to confess that I had no idea.
We bought a thermometer on the way home. I proceeded to accuse it of being broken when my temperature refused to go below 101.5 for the next five days. When the fever did finally break, I had to admit that maybe it wasn't the thermometer's fault.
Glamcookie - May 16, 2010 4:42:26 pm PDT #19565 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 go back to work tomorrow after a 5 month maternity leave. I know I'm WAY fortunate to have had that long, but I'm so sad at leaving my baby without his breasts Mama. He will be in very capable hands (his Mommy's), but it will be the first time I've been away from him for more than 2 hours since he was born. Eff this work thing!
sj - May 16, 2010 4:46:07 pm PDT #19566 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
{{{{Glam}}}} Tons of strength for you tomorrow.
-t - May 16, 2010 5:23:38 pm PDT #19567 of 30000
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I have a thermometer because I without i just think maybe the room is hot even with a high fever. Or I'll think I have the ague for no reason at all. Thermometer keeps me a little saner.
Eff this work thing indeed, Glam! I hope you get to enjoy lots and lots of sweet baby time evenings and weekends and he expends all his grumpiness and whatnot on your lovely wife (not that she deserves it, that just goes with the extra baby time)
Yay Nora and Tom in NO! I hope Tom's first days of work are fantastic and y'all's NEXT weekend is more like it's supposed to be.
P.M. Marc - May 16, 2010 5:50:21 pm PDT #19568 of 30000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I think since she worked as a nurse, she got so inured to stuff that was bad enough to land people in the hospital that anything less didn't ping her radar.
You live with my Mom?
brenda m - May 16, 2010 6:14:03 pm PDT #19569 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
I read The Stand over a weekend when I was also obsessively listenting to a Howard Jones album. I can't hear him anymore without getting creeped out.
billytea - May 16, 2010 6:20:18 pm PDT #19570 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.
I read The Stand over a weekend when I was also obsessively listening to a Howard Jones album. I can't hear him anymore without getting creeped out.
I'm not convinced you need The Stand for that. All you need is to listen to "Look Mama I Love You" in the wrong kind of mood.