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[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.
My mom makes me say hi to the family dog whenever I call. My dirty secret? I don't mind at all, except if I am am where other people can hear me.
P-C, I did NOT realize your dad was a psychiatrist! ZOMG. This boggles me. Does he see clients, or is he more on the research/lecture spectrum.
Cat makes me happy.
Family drama and over-controlling parents do not.
I must be wired backwards.
Not only do a I talk about my dog all. the. time, but when I run into friends on the street, the very first question out of their mouths is generally, 'Where is Bartleby?', or "Howze the little guy?"
Often, people do not recognize me if I do not have him at my side.
How is it FREEZING down here in the OC?
I said it was beautiful, not that it was balmy. :) Got to about 41F here last night. I haven't yet been out today (dawdled making b'fast and doing dishes) but the sun is out here and the sky is blue and clear.
Does he see clients, or is he more on the research/lecture spectrum.
He sees clients at an outpatient clinic.
Sun is out - so I should plant, but chilly and don't want to
My parents' dog has been following me around all day and is currently sleeping on her mat right by the couch where I'm sitting. Dog makes me happy.
I'm sorry the relations with your parents continue to be fraught, P-C. I think Fred Pete said it best, though. Hard to not be affected by what one's parents think, but concentrating on the fact that you're a self-supporting independent adult ought to help a bit.
We don't even live with our cats anymore*, and we still consider ourselves cat people. There are days I miss them--fingers in fur, the vibration of one purr or the other, the spark and response of each personality--more than I miss the people I left behind. TC recognizes our voices over the phone while someone's talking--he'll strop the phone-holding hand and purr like a motorboat. If there's no reaction, he'll yell. Indignantly. He's yet to figure out the webcam, but I figure it's only a matter of time.
*Their vet said better not--the elder, a neurotic former feral, probably wouldn't survive being tranqued for flight, and might die from the stress of flying untranqued. Eight days in a car and each night in strange hotel rooms ruled out the cross-country drive. The younger is indoor-outdoor, stays safe in his own yard and is supremely happy after an earlier life of neglect and deprivation. Our present community prohibits outdoor cats, and he would have been very unhappy confined with no outdoor access. They are both in their familiar home, with our son whom they've known as long as they've known us, and who loves them dearly and might not have let us take them if it had been okay with their vet.