Cordelia ,'Beneath You'
[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.
Hah! I was in a bar for the first half that was so crowded there was a line outside letting people in only as others left. For the second half, we went to a different bar where some other friends were.
Teppy, that is an impressive display of idiocy, jackassery, and asshattery. My goodness. (Um, you as the patient are allowed to tell ANYONE YOU WANT about your own stuff. It's your stuff! It may not be a good idea, but you can do it all you want)
Teppy, I am agog at that man's stupidity, jackassness, and laughable desperation. Hang him by his metaphorical balls.
Bonny, I feel ya - I am the overprotective neurotic mommy when it comes to my pets too. I'm lucky to have found a catsitter who is not only very good, but very patient and understanding. It's only one day, babe, he's gonna be fine, and you won't have time to fret about him - especially if you plan to make your client scrub the back of a stove with a toothbrush...
Of course, my thought is -- if incompetent HR chick is upset, he really must be fucking up. But, I'm a cynic like that.
Go Steph!
Walked 15 mile today. that was hard
Oooh, Dana, that is a cute top!
if incompetent HR chick is upset, he really must be fucking up. But, I'm a cynic like that.
No, that's pretty accurate. Like I said, I think we've kept him as our agent for so long simply because we were with Aetna for years and years and things were pretty smooth going and so we didn't need him to solve problems or explain things. So his jackassery wasn't really on full display until recently.
You are right, Zen. He's actually having a blast. I've already gotten a photo from "Camp Greyhound."
It should have made me laugh, but it brought tears to my eyes.
Pathetic, I know.
Once I get in the car, I'll be fine. It's just the empty feeling, rattling around the house. I keep looking for him, or putting my dinner bowl down for the 'rinse cycle.'
Yeah. I'm soppy for the little dude.
Off to bed. I can't miss him in my sleep!
Speaking of sleep. Last night, I had the most bizarre dream the prominently featured Plei, her DH and wee Tickybox.
Made even more bizarre by the fact that I've never even met them! Can photos influence the subconscious that much?
Okay, I wasn't going to say anything, but I've been thinking about this all day and I think it's the right thing to do.
Trudy, that was a really shitty comment to make. If you have issues with something that went down six or seven years ago, the best thing to do is keep quiet or talk directly, not in a public forum, to whomever your issue is with.
Commenting like that, without an explanation, and just letting it hang out there all day, is really not in line with the way I've seen you behave on the board. I have appreciated the way you're willing to take up controversial opinions and defend and debate them with gusto, and I've admired your loyalty to your family, friends, and dog. So I am not commenting on you, but I am commenting on your comment.
It was a really crappy thing to say and added nothing to the conversation at hand (meaning the topic of rebounding sometimes leading to something great), it seemed to just be said out of spite. I don't think it's right to comment on a matter so personal about any Buffista, and I think you were completely out of line.
(Sorry to interrupt the HIPAA and St Woot talk! And go beth with your 15 miles!!)
You are right, Zen. He's actually having a blast. I've already gotten a photo from "Camp Greyhound."
It should have made me laugh, but it brought tears to my eyes.
Pathetic, I know.
Nope. I missed Kato like burning this year on vacation. As soon as we left, actually. This was the first year I missed him immediately (it usually hits about halfway through the week).
He's out of sorts right now because he hasn't been getting walks for over a week because I feel so sick still AND it's been well into the 90s every day, which isn't good for him. But I can't logic with him, so he sulks.
You know, Tep, I remember acutely before you and Tim lived together, how he'd get up early and go feed "his" pets and then come back to your place. I've loved seeing them become your pets. Funny how that happens.