Crapsticks. Wallybee's parents won't be coming out this month after all. Her father called; her mother had a fall and broke her arm. She needed surgery to have a screw inserted. She's not going anywhere for a couple of months at least.
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.
Much interview~ma for your ladies, Shir.
BT, I'm sorry your MiL broke her arm. I hope she heals as quickly as possible.
Oh no, BT, so sorry about your MIL. Here to fast healing so she can come spoil the young master some more.
Awwww... sorry to hear it billytea!
Awesome~ma to Shir. You'll rock it, girl.
~ma to your MiL, bt.
In between the gray skies in my area and the political news, I really want a chicken pot pie. (Well, and vodka, but that'll have to wait until after work. By about three minutes.)
Awww, I'm sorry billytea. You're going to ruin the whole tradition of in-law jokes, though, if you keep this up.
Shir, you've done important and good work in the world. You're changing the cultural discourse. You're giving voice to something that needed to be said.
In between the gray skies in my area and the political news, I really want a chicken pot pie.
I'm going to lunch with my dad, and I'm going to request we go to First Watch, and despite my gluten intolerance, I'm getting a damn Belgian waffle with extra whipped cream.
There should be something like Lactaid for gluten intolerance.
There should be something like Lactaid for gluten intolerance.
I think that every damn day.