Fred Pete, I'm sorry for your loss.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
Aw, Marie. Taz and Marley send her cat-loaves.
{{Fred Pete and Hubs and Marie}} I am so sorry. You were all lucky to have each other.
Poor Marie. Much love to y'all.
Oh Ryan, you little star! Lethal cuteness and walking? Deadly combination. Admirable work there on your and his mom's part, bt!
Damn, that's what I forgot to mention earlier. Ryan's complete adorableness stole the words right out of my head. BT and Wallybee, you should be very proud of your contribution to the world's gene pool.
And, thank you all for the comments. I'm tired, but I'm getting positive reaction (and also, lots of traffic. Sadly, some of it brings ignorance).
I just hope I'll start to get stories. So far, lot of reactions, zero stories sent.
The stories will come once the storytellers feel safe, I think.
{{{Fred Pete and family}}}
This is the third time in a row that I went to the grocery store to buy pasta sauce and a few other things, and ended up buying a bunch of other stuff and forgetting the pasta sauce.
Tired. extra low on energy and not sure why
((FredPete and Hubs))) I know how hard it is to lose a beloved kitty.