Yay, Drew!
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.
I just went to one used furniture store and one huge antique store. I found several drop-leaf tables that were almost what I was looking for, but none that were quite right. But at least I know now that antique stores are the place to go, and there are tons of those around here, so I'll check out some others.
Kaylee is at school with Pix. I will see her this evening. The kitties are happy to see me.
Welcome home, Drew!
Oh, Drew! Such wonderful news.
I hope there will enough chocolate left from the Max Brenner thing for you when you'll feel better enough to have it and celebrate.
Hey, that's how I'm celebrating happy occasions.
Also, discovered once again that wet roads are slippery. It was pouring rain as I was leaving campus, and as I was turning the corner, going no more than about 15 miles per hour (and probably more like 10), I slightly tapped the curb, and the car bounced off the curb and slid across halfway into the next lane. Yikes. I saw the aftermath of three accidents in the ten miles or so on the way home.
Glad you're back home, Drew.
Yay for Drew@Home!
Hil, scary! Glad you got home safe.
WooHoo, Drew! Happy mending at home.
Honestly, I am so tired of my mother calling me and asking me for advice or what I think and then not fucking listening. I wish that she would stop wasting my time. We've been talking about this for 20 minutes, she asks me what I think, and then tries to tell me I'm wrong. It's extremely annoying.