Neato, Teppy!!
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.
Yay, javachik! I'm glad all that hard work paid off.
That can't possibly equal a fail at adulthood. There wasn't even an emergency room involved.
I'd say getting to the emergency room is also an automatic non-fail.
Thanks, everyone. I just wanted to be the normal adult who is able to drive her BF to the dentist and back without drama. Not my life though.
I'm gonna take a stand and say that homemade guacamole is delicious. There, I said it.
I'm gonna take a stand and say that homemade guacamole is delicious. There, I said it.
Yum. I agree. No guac can live up to homemade guac.
If it involves an emergency root canal alng with headaches and possible bad reactions to antibiotic - it is dramatic.
Thanks, everyone. I just wanted to be the normal adult who is able to drive her BF to the dentist and back without drama.
Loosing track of your wallet isn't drama, it's just a goof. It was an annoying and inconvenient goof, but it was still just a goof. But beth is right, the drama in the situation was there from the start, and was none of your doing.
ETA: Unless your superpower is making people need root canals.
Last night I ate roast duck while listening to DH play music and the company of friends.
I am making a sausage pepper and onions sandwich. While I am sure it will be tasty, I think I'd like to repeat last night.
Tom and I went out to the local brewpub and he had fried oysters. While I was eating my meal, I smelled something funky, but I didn't know where it was from... the last oyster that he had was BAD- he spit it out but he is now feeling queasy and I feel horrible about not mentioning the smell.
He's upstairs feeling unwell. Gah. Also, bah.