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.
'Dirty Girls'
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.
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)
I love bamboo and silk. I can't be anywhere near cashmere or any other kind of wool. I don't even like TCG to waer cashmere because then I can't snuggle up to him.