I'm a little freaked out about Irene because my mom is up in Massachusetts--right on the water. She is not evacuating, but she's battening down the hatches. She's relieved my stepdad is not up there, because he would only be a pain in the ass and slow down her hurricane prep.
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.
Bleh. I'm tired of being in pain.
Now the Drunk Commerce Fairy needs her own website where she expounds on how the world economy is going to hell.
Oh! I know this, I've been at a conference. Let me check my notes:
"Everyone's borrowed too much money, and now they're all paying it back instead of paying people to do productive stuff like their jobs."
Hm. I think that's more the Hungover Commerce Fairy.
Happy birthday barb!
Thank you, sorella!!
My mom's staying in the hospital tonight for observation after having chest pains. I need to teach my sister to preface messages that say "Call my cell right now" with "Mom's okay," or I'll have chest pains too.
They haven't found anything specific so far, but she does have congestive heart failure.
Watching a parent deteriorate is not a lick of fun.
Oh Ginger, that's so hard. Sending you much coping~ma.
Watching a parent deteriorate is not a lick of fun.
No it is not. Coping~ma, Ginger.
I'm sorry, Ginger.
{{{{Ginger}}}}
I am so glad it's Friday, it's not even funny.