Delurking long enough to send amyth and her brother every ounce of ~ma I've got.
'Hell Bound'
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.
It's YOUR responsibility to make an evacuation plan? Like hell.
See, I think that's unreasonable, too. Especially when I have so little time and energy because they haven't arranged a support worker for me, so it's hardly going to be my priority in comparison with doing my work. But that's procedure, apparently. Hmm.
I know rice flour makes a good pancake.
Ooh, it does. The Girl makes rice flour pancakes. Very good.
amyth, thinking of your brother, you and your family. Very much recovery~ma for him.
WindSparrow, sorry to hear about difficult situations at work. I hope they can be resolved.
Much ~ma to Sox, JZ, and anyone else who is in need of it.
Much ~ma and hopes for better news to amyth.
My cousin recognized my mother and sister when they got to the hospice Monday, but after that never regained consciousness and died early this morning. Some ~ma towards my mother, who lost a nephew who was raised as her little brother, and coping~ma and strength to the granddaughter who is dealing with the logistics would be appreciated.
Fuck cancer.
Oh, Ginger, I'm so sorry.
Fuck cancer, indeed. Much ~ma to those in need.
~ma to your whole family, Ginger, especially your mom and your cousin's granddaughter.
I'm sorry, Ginger. Fuck cancer by the factorial, indeed. ~ma to you and your family.
Fuck cancer indeed, and love and any possible comfort to your mom and your cousin's granddaughter. And peace on his memory.
And ~ma to Sox, and to anyone else who needs it.
Adding to the chorus of fuck cancer and sending ~ma to Ginger's family.
~ma to Sox this morning. And to amyth and her brother. And to Ginger and her family.
{{Bitches}}