cool.
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.
Aims, you are being persecuted for your (lack of) faith - you must be doing something right.
I got defriended again on Facebook
Oh noes! The horror!
Yay, Trudy!
Sean, I'm glad the check came in.
We're having a nice quiet day at the beach, and T should be getting in soon! We're spending the day with her and her DF tomorrow.
Aims, you are being persecuted for your (lack of) faith - you must be doing something right.
Good to know!
Lunch was fine. I know all about Dad's finger surgery and shoulder PT. He tries, I know that. I lost my shit and cried at the table in the middle of a restaurant.
I just want to go home. To my un-air-conditioned house.
I hate everything.
Teppy, I'm so sorry. I hope you have a quiet weekend coming up where you can do nothing and try to rest.
Yay, Trudy!
Congratulations, Aims!
Teppy, I'm sorry about the pile up of crap on you. I know what that's like. As a matter of fact, I have this pain....
Go Trudy!
So sorry, Tep.
I just have to ask: since when did me hiring people at time-and-a-half for this weekend (on my department's dime) become a right, and not a privilege? To the point where, when I get twice as many responses as I have slots to fill, and I call you to tell you that I don't have room for you to work this weekend (because I'm filling slots on a first come, first serve basis), you hang up on me mid-sentence? This is still a workplace, buddy. I'm not your ex-girlfriend. GOOD GRAVY.
I just want to go home. To my un-air-conditioned house.
Go to an air-conditioned movie! A long one. Or possibly a good one.