Fingers crossed for your SIL, quester.
FUCK cancer.
What she said.
Don't worry, I'm not gonna start any sword fights. I'm over that phase.
Mal ,'War Stories'
Natter 65: Speed Limit Enforced by Aircraft
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Nicole - Mar 25, 2010 5:15:12 pm PDT #18694 of 30001
I'm getting the pig!
Barb - Mar 25, 2010 5:16:56 pm PDT #18695 of 30001
“Not dead yet!”
>Fingers crossed for your SIL, quester. FUCK cancer.
What she said.
Yeah. This.
lisah - Mar 25, 2010 5:16:59 pm PDT #18696 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate
Indeed. What Perkins said!
SuziQ - Mar 25, 2010 5:19:39 pm PDT #18697 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I was planning on giving Suzi at least one green, and then I tried it again.
HEY.
And hell yeah, FUCK CANCER.
Lee - Mar 25, 2010 5:26:22 pm PDT #18698 of 30001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
HEY.
It could still happen.
sarameg - Mar 25, 2010 5:26:24 pm PDT #18699 of 30001
Oh yeah. That.
lisah, I'll look out for your email. Actually, I'm emailing you my work phone # too.
lisah - Mar 25, 2010 5:33:15 pm PDT #18700 of 30001
Punishingly Intricate
Thanks, sara!
sarameg - Mar 25, 2010 5:34:35 pm PDT #18701 of 30001
Glad to help. Figure Bob won't appreciate spicy nut cookies for a while yet.
aurelia - Mar 25, 2010 5:34:42 pm PDT #18702 of 30001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
OH, MY GOD, it's windy in the Windy City today. It's reporter-covering-a-hurricane windy.
No shit! You can hear a gusts coming several seconds before they hit. I drive a pretty aerodynamic car and the wind was rocking it at stoplights.
Geez. I started this post before Supernatural started.
All kinds of positive vibes for your SIL, quester.
And a quick recovery for Chicago Bob.
Amy - Mar 25, 2010 5:43:29 pm PDT #18703 of 30001
Because books.
Excellent news about Bob! And many hugs to you, lisah, just because.
So many vibes, quester. Fuck cancer indeed.