Yay, Hil! Good for you.
Jayne ,'Safe'
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.
I think this signifies definite opening of flood gates.
I'm tearing up for you at the thought. Truly. So much of the time love gets the better of people.
Yay Seska!
The only thing I know about television concussions is that whatever weird thing you do after getting smacked on the noggin (usually amnesia, but sometimes an accent or thinking you're Mr. Howell, occasionally blindness) gets un done when you get whapped again -- often in comically similar circumstances.
Or thinking you're a high schooler again, a la Twin Peaks.
Dang. In real life, we never get the fun concussions.
Or thinking you're a high schooler again, a la Twin Peaks.
And that one comes with superstrength!
My fiancee's father just agreed to come to our wedding.
Yay!
{{Anne}}
Or thinking you're a high schooler again, a la Twin Peaks.
And that one comes with superstrength!
I'm pretty sure Nadine had the superstrength before the amnesia.
My slightly annoying news of the day: the chair I ordered got lost in shipping somewhere. The customer care person wanted to know if I wanted to reorder. I told him/her (it's via email) that I'd be happy to reorder if it was at the same sale price and my payment for the first order could be applied to it. S/he is going to look into that. It's not like the chair's the only thing that's going to keep my butt from the carpet, but it's still a tad irritating that they can't keep track of a freakin' recliner. I mean, Amazon regularly ships me books 1/100th the size of the chair, and they haven't lost one yet.
Apparently, I'm prone to vaso-vagal reactions
I am prone to vasovagal episodes as well, and my doctor told me that when I noticed myself in a phase of being light-headed on standing up (she said it's a cyclical thing for those of us prone to them), that I should eat more salty foods. I about died laughing when later telling people I'm under doctor's orders to eat more salt.
Two more school days, then two weekend days, then Thanksgiving break! (I'm going home a little early because I need to get my drivers license renewed and go to the dentist.)
For you people who don't like salt and need it: if you like sweets you can often get away with adding salt to sweets recipes (or if the recipe already calls for salt, adding more than the recipe calls for). Of course this only if works of you both like sweets, and make your own. Also, if you like ketchup, ketchup is usually high in salt.
I'm tearing up for you at the thought. Truly. So much of the time love gets the better of people.
I know - but this time it seemed SO unlikely. You would not believe the stubbornness of this man. It took him about two years of persuasion to agree to let me join them for a meal in a restaurant. And I'm really very non-scary and dull.
Hil, I am so in awe of your job-application-fu.
This! That is a lot of applications. Nice one.
ETA: I must try really hard to get round to registering with a GP here before this week is out. It's very not good that my GP is in Leeds, four hours away.