Kaylee is at school with Pix. I will see her this evening. The kitties are happy to see me.
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.
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.
ugh, Vortex. Is there some other way to approach the problem?
Can she play, "what's the best/worst that could happen?"?