You know, I enjoy that NBC panders to us by having lots of scenes of shirtless Boris Kodjoe, but I don't appreciate them trying to sell us a 20 story free climb in 15 minutes.
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.
Meara, how awful!
Fred Pete, I'm so sorry. Poor Max.
Lots of ~ma to Plei's dad.
Fix-it~ma for your father, Plei.
Steph, that's crazy. I would be on fire.
I use a Diva Cup and Luna pads, though I got mine off Etsy. The cups have a lot more capacity than tampons, and now that I'm on birth control I don't have to empty it midday. Just morning and night. When I did I would just dump and put it back in. Both the cup and flannel pads are way more comfortable IMHO than the disposable equivalent.
Oh, and Steph, that is fucking atrocious. Unprofessional as hell.
Fred Pete, I'm sorry about Max.
Plei, I hope everything works out ok for your dad.
Meara, I'm sorry about your friend's nephew.
Plei, tons of ~ma to your dad.
~ma to meara's friend's nephew, how awful.
Teppy, you seem calm; I'd be livid.
Fred Pete, wishing the best possible outcome for poor Max.
Steph, seriously, I'd be demanding to know what company those roofers worked for, and they'd be getting an irate call.
Steph, glad to hear they're at least (supposedly) going to fix it. But there shouldn't have been anything to fix in the first place. At least, not in your yard.