I was able to get myself to the hairdressers this morning, but now I am sitting in their waiting room fighting back tears.
Aww, no. Is that pain related? I hope it eases off a bit soon.
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I was able to get myself to the hairdressers this morning, but now I am sitting in their waiting room fighting back tears.
Aww, no. Is that pain related? I hope it eases off a bit soon.
Thanks, zenkitty. I know I should really be happy, and I am. But at the same time I am completely overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion and ineffectual doctors with conflicting information. It's really aggravating my depression, and then I feel guilty because I'm depressed and weepy.
If you didn't Trud, she's either seen something like before, or now has a funny little tidbit to share with friends at drinks this weekend.
Blush and laugh it off.
I'm wearing an Egyptian cotton shirt. It's so soft and snuggly. I may like Egyptian cotton better than silk.
Old washed linen has that luxurious skin feel, too.
I want more bamboo in my life. Soooo soft.
I am completely modal's bitch.
Also, timelies, All.
You may, like me, need this then smonster [link]
Fortunately I'm in a cubicle, so no one can see me fondling my own clothes.
I love bamboo/modal/cashmere...clothes that are fun to touch. (But I'm lazy, so I hate things that need to be dry cleaned)