Looks like I'm taking Mom (& maybe Dad) to the Museum of Jurassic Technology tomorrow. I can't wait to see what she (they) think of it.
We didn't have sex, if that's what you mean. That's all I do now, not have sex.
Anya ,'Dirty Girls'
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.
Laga - Jun 03, 2010 1:08:57 pm PDT #21260 of 30000
You should know I'm a big deal in the Resistance.
Beverly - Jun 03, 2010 1:30:06 pm PDT #21261 of 30000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
When I am sick, I want to be left alone. House elves should bring me tea, ginger ale, and/or cold OJ without comment. They should quietly pick up the used tissues that are piled up on the table or that have been flung somewhat near the trash can. They should not ask how I'm feeling or if I need anything. I will let them know.
My sister! Urgh. I just want to pull the covers over my head and disappear till I feel better. Making words is tooo haaarrrrrd. I have a sweet, caretaking, loving husband who brings me stuff and would fluff my pillows and wring my facecloth out in lemon lavender water to pat on my fevered brow, but if I can manage to crack an eye open I glare at him. If he comes close and looks like he's going to straighten the covers or fluff the pillow, I growl. Just--lemme 'lone. I'll croak if I need something, thanks. Love you.
Toddson - Jun 03, 2010 1:32:32 pm PDT #21262 of 30000
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Living alone allows me to do that kind of thing - if I'm sick and just want to pull the covers over my head and pass out until the bug has left, I can. The downside is, of course, there's no one to pick up soup, juice, etc., and clear a path through the used tissues.
sj - Jun 03, 2010 1:38:44 pm PDT #21263 of 30000
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I am a very needy sick person. I want foot rubs and tea and sympathy noises. It's amazing TCG is able to put up with me. Of course, he is fairly cranky when he is sick too.
Cass - Jun 03, 2010 1:40:26 pm PDT #21264 of 30000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I just called my dentist begging for a Vic refill. The side of my head, neck and shoulder feel like someone beat me.
Oh, sweetie, no. We hate the pain. So much.
My back is killing me. I have heat pads on and the cinchy belt thing that has a name that can't remember.
Pain bad.
Ginger - Jun 03, 2010 1:41:24 pm PDT #21265 of 30000
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I am also Vortex, Beverly and the others who just want to crawl into a hole alone and be sick in peace. It would be nice if house elves occasionally brought me ice cream, tea, hot and sour soup and ice cream and kept me supplied with the sort of books you can read when you have no brain. Having another human being around takes energy.
Pix - Jun 03, 2010 1:43:08 pm PDT #21266 of 30000
The status is NOT quo.
ND's mom is back in the hospital. We don't know how serious it is yet, but he's leaving now to drive to San Diego. We aren't sure when he'll be back. Quick recovery-ma would be appreciated.
Liese S. - Jun 03, 2010 1:44:14 pm PDT #21267 of 30000
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Oh no, Pix. -ma to you all.
smonster - Jun 03, 2010 1:45:10 pm PDT #21268 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I feel that YOU should live closer to ME. That way I don't have to move.
We should probably appreciate this as relatve closeness, considering the move I'm pondering.
smonster - Jun 03, 2010 1:46:14 pm PDT #21269 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Lots of ~ma, Pix, and thanks for letting us know.