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'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[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.
Especially if the repairs only delay appliance death by a year or so.
This is one of his concerns, which I get.
When we talked, I made it clear that I understand it is his decision. I'm hoping it gets made sooner, rather than later. The washer isn't really a problem, it only leaks when I use hot water, which is roughly twice a year. The dishwasher gets run once a week, for things that need sanitation. I don't like not being able to use it.
Sigh.
On our walk this morning, Bartleby and I were nearly run down in the crosswalk, twice.
Today is the day to rob a bank, because you are invisible.
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And the weird thing is the first thing I thought was, "Well, I guess I'm not going to get those Y: The Last Man trades he borrowed back." But I was also sad he wasn't going to be able to read the rest of the series.
He'd been fighting brain cancer for years, and it finally came back with a vengeance in December. He barely remembers anything anymore. I wonder what the last thing I said to him was. God, he's the sweetest guy. I only just met him last year or so.
Today is the day to rob a bank, because you are invisible.
Oh my god, that is hilarious. I should!
Aw, PC, so sad about your friend. Much peace to all concerned.
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I'm so sorry.
Damn, I'm sorry PC.
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When I say he's the sweetest guy, I really mean it. He was as nice to me upon meeting me as I'd expect him to be if he had known me for years. I don't think there's a mean bone in his body.
I had to change a verb because I don't want to start talking about him in the past tense already. That would be weird.