And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?

Drusilla ,'Conversations with Dead People'


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.


Scrappy - Feb 22, 2011 4:33:23 pm PST #15986 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

Glad you called him! Now you need to wait to have him call you back. It's his turn to take a step in this dance.


beekaytee - Feb 22, 2011 4:44:52 pm PST #15987 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant

Blergh.

I had a truly awesome weekend...today? Suck-o.

1) Bartleby is sick. Bad belly. Not life threatening, but super uncomfortable, I can tell.

2) I spent 40 minutes on the phone with a client's insurance company...this is why I don't accept insurance...getting a colossal run around. After two requests to speak to a supervisor, the rep suddenly realized that nothing was actually wrong and that I should be ignoring the 10 notices (the actual number) I have received in the mail from them. Greeaaaat.

3) One of the hospital bills that was supposed to have been covered weeks ago has gone into collections. While I'm not 100% sure, it appears that my attorney misled me about the order that things were supposed to occur and then dropped the ball majorly. If that isn't the case, then I'm getting screwed and may have to go back to square one.

I am grumptastic.


DCJensen - Feb 22, 2011 5:03:34 pm PST #15988 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.

Due to the crap in everyone's lives right now, I am forced to post this:

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No idea where it came from, originally


DCJensen - Feb 22, 2011 5:12:10 pm PST #15989 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.

I was on my way to post this here, and I hit facebook, first, and now I feel like a dink for posting it there, first. Modifying it a bit, tho.

I have been exhausted since being forced to overnight in the hotel. I did not sleep soundly without my AVAPs-BiPap. I still had to work 10 hours the next day, and I'm not sure I performed well the last few.

For those who wondered: I had my meds with, just in case.

I was so exhausted today, I was singing "I'm So Tired" by the Beatles until I went and took a 3-1/2 hour nap this afternoon. When I got up I was feeling okay, a bit peckish, so I putted around a bit and then checked my glucose.

74.

I felt normal at a glucose level that was dangerously low. WTH, body?

I have now had: an orange, two pieces of ...toast, and a cup of delicious zesty pasta sauce-mushrooms-sausage stuff Andi made before work. It should be on top of pasta, but I had a glucose priority.


beekaytee - Feb 22, 2011 5:17:39 pm PST #15990 of 30000
Compassionately intolerant

Gosh Daniel! I'm glad you are safe snow-wise, but eek about the glucose.

Take care of yourself!

And thanks for that gif. I just wish the hug was for me.


Hil R. - Feb 22, 2011 5:19:42 pm PST #15991 of 30000
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l

I had to climb over several snowbanks today, and slipped on the ice twice. My joints are protesting.


quester - Feb 22, 2011 5:38:03 pm PST #15992 of 30000
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

Ouch, Hil!

Glad you're ok, DCP.


Nora Deirdre - Feb 22, 2011 5:39:37 pm PST #15993 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I will try to honor Mardi Gras in the spirit you describe, DJ. I'm selfishly bummed out that you won't be able to make it!


DCJensen - Feb 22, 2011 5:45:39 pm PST #15994 of 30000
All is well that ends in pizza.

Found the original video for the kitty-cat hug:

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Nora Deirdre - Feb 22, 2011 5:55:40 pm PST #15995 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

I'm so sorry, amy.