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[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.
Nope, Vortex, that seems normal to me. I love my Dh , we have fun , we like hanging out together, he is great for my brain, but the bonus is that he can, will, and has dealt with me at some truly less than pleasant physical moments.
One of my friends ( divorced ) was appaled that DH was around when I was dying my hair . she felt there should be some 'mystery'. Really? After he helped me when I ate that recalled corn that left me faster than I ate it?
Gosh, is anyone else up?
Not for too much longer, but yes.
Oh, dear, just very bored, Epic.
Working late? Can't sleep? What's with the crazy hour?
Can't sleep. I dunno. Tried to; can't.
Aww. Lovely husband/SO stories. My Girl, of course, is an angel (a tiny Jewish bad-tempered one). We don't like the word 'carer' very much, but she supports me in everything. I wasn't physically disabled when she met me. A year into our relationship, she very quickly had to learn how to do everything from bathing me, to fighting on my behalf when care services and the like refused to help. I assumed she'd be out the door pretty fast. She was very much not.
Rarely do I acknowledge that. I'm going to have to put something in my civil partnership vows. (Something beyond 'in sickness and in sickness'.)
I wonder what I should do with my day, other than reading for my essay. I feel like hanging out at Camden market. I might do.
I could go get the textbook from my last class and start quoting - you'd be out like a light. But wait, so would I...
But seriously folks...
Anxiety, general brain-just-won't-shut-up, or who the hell knows?
Not that I know anything helpful to offer for any of these...
Um, I could spontaneously start spouting Jabberwocky (the only poem I still have memorized)...funny story - after Jilli-style Magic got us in to the Alice in Wonderland Exhibit at Comic Con, one of the props on display is the "Vorpal Sword", so of course I start spontaneously reciting Jabberwocky. Then two of my friends and at least one complete stranger from another group start reciting with me. It was an awesome moment for geeks and lit-geeks both.
Could be worse. Could be the Voldemort of Disneyland songs.
Oddly, this one has no power over me. Fear me - I'm not afraid to sing it.
Seska, that's really sweet. I'm so glad you guys found each other.
And now, I really must go to bed. Erin, I hope you get to sleep before I do...which will be very soon, believe me.
Wishing you both sleep, EpicTangent and Erin.