Woo, smonster!!!!! I am thrilled for you!!!!!
Xander ,'Beneath You'
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.
Eeeee, amyth! Thank you. I hope move-in goes well! I actually used it yesterday in my interview as an example of collaboration across departments and putting my own work aside for a larger goal.
I still have most of FNL s5 to watch! I know it's going to make me cry and cry, and I'm already spoiled for the final scene but that's okay.
Oh, and maybe talk sometime Sunday? I'm going tubing tomorrow with StW.
~ma for Kato, Steph!
I really need to get off my ass and go to the grocery store, but now it's rush hour on a Friday when there's a (preseason) Saints game. Dur.
Oooh, look a shirt for Smonster.
Todd, all good vibes for the cataract surgeries!
Clear eyes, full heart, can't lose.
Clear eyes indeed!
~ma for Kato.
Yes, Sunday. Let's do it.
Woo hoo, smonster!!
Meanwhile, here is my pharmacy story: First, let me say that I had 3 prescriptions filled and one of them was the statin and another was a water pill. The pharmacy said that when they faxed my doctor for permission to refill the triamterine (water pill) - they got back that other med so they figured he was starting me on something new. So, I phoned my doctor's office and they checked and in my records it looks like the pharmacy told them they were out of triamterine and wanted an acceptable replacement.
Upshot: I called the pharmacy back to see if they had any triamertine and they do and they're going to call my doctor to get a prescription refill from him.
So, no tumor causing water pill for me.
Steph, ~ma for Kato. If it's squishy, it may just be a fatty tumor.
Best possible vibes for the dog Kato.
Bartleby has a growing (pun intended,sadly) array of these fatty tumors. We get them tested, they come back as lipomas.
Wishing the same for our virtual fur-friend.
I hope Kato is okay!
I'm on the phone with Mom, she's keeping an eye on E in the bath. I can hear him singing No More Monkeys on the Bed to himself.