Sigh. I got up at noon, and had a headache, and took meds...and for once the muscle relaxants worked, and I slept away most of the afternoon. Eek! So now it's 9PM, I'm awake, and only my shoulder hurts (from sleeping on it??). But there's nothing on TV, and I don't especially feel like getting my act together and going out or anything. Hrmph. Waste of what was a gorgeous day...
Lorne ,'Why We Fight'
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.
Rockies win. Fuck.
Oh, it's just a hard ride to the finish line this year.
Everything's set except there are three teams vying for two spots: Giants, Padres, Braves. And now the Rockies are trying to crash the party.
Eight games left.
Currently on the vacation from Hell. As we were on our descent into Canberra, Ryan threw up all over us. A good half hour's soak before we were able to change into something less decorative. (My introverted self does not cope well with drawing that kind of attention.)
Yesterday evening we had dinner at my sister's. That was fun. Their son (the one who had the aneurysm) is doing well. He's back to walking, his sleep pattern is back to normal and it looks like the seizures are under control. Also saw my dad and my oldest nephew and niece.
Just as well, because I've spent the entire night up and down with a gastric bug. All plans for today are out the window. Wallybee's not feeling well either, though it's less dramatic than my troubles. She's taken Ryan to the park (he's been cooped up inside with his killjoy parents) while I make the acquaintance of the anti-nausea drugs my dad brought over.
As we were on our descent into Canberra, Ryan threw up all over us.
Yikes, parenting hell.
I once had to carry Emmett back home from the Arboreteum (half hour walk) covered in his diarrhea. He had the bug, we went through all our backup diapers and finally it was just a forced march with screaming, messy baby.
Ugh.
Hope you guys feel well soon, bt.
Awwww, Poor teas!
(Of course, now I'm imagining you, Wallybee, and Ryan dressed up as Killjoys and speeding through the desert. [link]
Feel better, Tea family.
Hope you can take it easy until your back heals, DJ.
I once had to carry Emmett back home from the Arboreteum (half hour walk) covered in his diarrhea. He had the bug, we went through all our backup diapers and finally it was just a forced march with screaming, messy baby.
They never tell you that real intimacy with another person comes from knowing way more than you ever wanted to about their poop.
Oh, so sadly true.
Final tally? 35 pounds of uncooked squash translates after cooking into two 9x13x3 inch Tupperware containers, plus at least 6 cups extra, which were eaten.
Poor Teas!
And well do I remember the days of every bodily function being part of the daily wear.