Steph, that is definitely not an easy conversation to have. Good luck, and I hope The Boy can let go of his guilt.
On a much more trivial note, the corset site has not yet fixed the glitch. I even emptied my cart and added them all back in. Hrmph.
[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.
Steph, that is definitely not an easy conversation to have. Good luck, and I hope The Boy can let go of his guilt.
On a much more trivial note, the corset site has not yet fixed the glitch. I even emptied my cart and added them all back in. Hrmph.
...okay, who's tried to kick their own ass after reading this? Be honest.
I've given it a shot, not overly successful. I can, however, clap fairly loudly and enthusiastically with one hand.
I can, however, clap fairly loudly and enthusiastically with one hand.
What's that sound like?
I can totally kick my own ass, with either foot, and can jump in the air and kick my butt with both heels at once.
Mild hypermobility FTW, for once.
I can totally kick my own ass, with either foot, and can jump in the air and kick my butt with both heels at once.
Me too.
I feel all blah. Don't know why. Headache and stomach ache and tired.
Yeah, he felt guilty. But I emphasized that I really don't blame him, AND that it could have happened before he actually had a cold sore manifest, so how could he know?, and I've got a giant horse pill (seriously, you should see this thing -- bigger than a fish oil capsule by about 1/3) and it'll be fine. I think he believes me that I don't blame him, but I think he's still kicking himself somewhat.
What's that sound like?
It impresses Ryan. It impresses Wallybee too, in that "I married a freak!" way.
in that "I married a freak!" way.
I'm pretty sure Pix feels this way quite a bit.
Trudy, are you going to be able to post tomorrow to let us know when you're all done and/or home? Or can someone do it for you?
Cass has been assigned with the task!
I'm thinking come home, put on a diaper*, text, pass out.
*My sister had the surgery a few years ago. One of the most painful parts was the first night, after the anesthesia had completely worn off, she had to get up and walk to the bathroom. She literally screamed with every step. By the next day that trip was much less painful. I have elected to purchase Depends and, should I hit that kind of pain, just pee. mai. pants.
And I shall Beep the 'Fistas once I hear from Trudy.
...okay, who's tried to kick their own ass after reading this? Be honest.
I honestly would have tried if I had any Flexeril in the house.