Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'
[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.
Don't they have sword-canes?
By they, do you mean me? Because I totally do. Also, in highly excellent sword-for-ita news, my Dread Pirate Roberts sword finally came, and I am totally in love. I'm so glad I got this instead of the Six Fingered Man's sword, actually.
::brb, fondling::
ita and weapons = OTP
Laura, I'm so glad that your mother's ailments are all treatable. Continuing the ~ma for her well-being.
Trudy, yay for healing feet!
Zen, that sounds like a lovely way to remember your Mom.
I have a lot of moth holes. I cannot conquer the moths. And yet, I leave the light on to attract them, because the phoebes are hanging out on my deck again this year, and apparently I like birds more than I like clothes.
repurposed drawers for mini raised beds
OMG, brilliant.
I am hongry. Stoopid board meetings. I'm not in it, I'm just waiting for people who are.
Then I went to Target and spent another $100, on...I'm not sure what.
This is their unofficial motto, methinks.
God damn. My father calls me, I say we're getting ready to go out to dinner, he says, "Oh, I won't keep you long," then stays on the phone for 52 minutes. FIFTY-TWO. (Tim was in the shower, so Dad wasn't slowing me down. Which is not the point. I don't know when my dad became worse at acknowledging and respecting boundaries than my mother did. And saying that is HUGE, because my mom doesn't think other people should have boundaries, and I am not kidding.)
I think my dad is responsible for my migraines. I'm not joking. Because my head went from okay to MASSIVE PAIN in those 52 minutes.
I don't get it, Tep. Can't you just say, "That was great, I have to go now."? I feel your pain, as my mom would keep me on the phone for an hour every night if she could, and I have had to learn to say goodbye and be REALLY firm, because she will pull the "Oh, just one more thing..." over and over and over. It usually takes three "I have to go" before I actually CAN go, but it does cut the time on the phone down from an hour to 20 minutes or so.
Scrappy's right. He's not going to respect your boundaries until you do.
Scrappy is wise. I have a few people in my life that just don't get it. And I had to realize that there was no way to change them, so I just have to keep repeating that I have to go, even if I have to be rude and interrupt saying it multiple times. I can imagine it is harder to do that if it is a parent.
sometimes my phone "loses connection" during obnoxiously long calls when i've tried to end the call politely to no avail.
eta: not the best plan, but in my passive aggressive way it's the only way to break mom out of a conversation rut.