'Dirty Girls'
[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.
Coffee: And Kate, this:
(BTW, there is a chance that we might be coming out to LA sometime this fall! Mostly to visit my brother, but we would for sure want to see you & Drew too. I will let you know if/when I have more details!)would be SO AWESOME. We have a guest room if you need one.
But my mom is going to my grandmother's lawyer this week to discuss these shenanigans.
GOOD. Because that is completely unacceptable.
Okay, I think that 10:15 PM on a holiday is a good enough time to say that I'm done working for the night. I'm so glad I have as much work as I do, and that it is work that I love, but right now I'm bone tired.
Sleep well, ND. Hope you got everything you need.
What David said about erika's brother.
Vortex, gracious. Bourbon seems like the right choice, there.
Dear Nora's cousin - look, bitch, your karma ain't pretty right now. You're looking at a hell where the only water is in that punch bowl, but it is always just out of reach.
Yay for the right marriages.
Awake because dog barfed up a plastic eye from a stuffed animal. Not sure where that came from. Still groggy from Xanax, hope I can get back to sleep soon.
Bad news: still awake. Good news: jewelry is pretty much packed. Also, I had a brainwave about how I can use my tall bookshelf to help protect my framed posters and such. WOOT. Even more exciting than the idea I had to use an old cookie tin as a hat box, two nights ago.
More bad news: still awake. Better news: small picture frames now all padded and packed, running malwarebytes on ancient computer in hopes of salvaging files, and also decluttered and packed fridge magnets. Also put more kitchen stuff in donation pile.
Unfortunately, I'm also now hungry. Going to eat a wee snack and try to go to sleep. Again.
Arggghhh. The nasty uncle I mentioned, who didn't attend our wedding and then blamed us and my mother, is now sending very attacking e-mails. I have forwarded them to The Girl, as my nerves are not up to replying to it. My God - family!
I am going to do work and forget about it. Grading papers grading papers grading papers. Like a mantra.
Seska, forgive my spotty memory. Is there ANY reason you need to have ANY contact with this asshole? Does your grandmother have any pull with them - could you tell her how they're behaving? I'm tempted to say BLOCK their emails. You don't need that bullshit.
Snack eaten, errands for tomorrow listed, a couple of emails sent, and going back to bed.
Maria, so much ~ma for a peaceful passing for your uncle, together with peace and comfort for your whole family.
Typo Boy, easy procedure, getting it all, and speedy recovery ~ma for you.