Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
Teppy, I care about your health very much. I am also convinced that you know your body and health conditions better than anyone else. Clearly ice cream is sometimes what a body needs.
When I was pregnant they made clear that I was to report any odd cravings right away. She said if I suddenly thought crayons or cardboard sounded tasty I should call them. Ice cream not so much. I don't know what the odd cravings concern was about, but they amused me with the possibility.
Also, if I haven't consulted you as my doctor, get out of my business!
Sparky, point your friend to Nora's blog, Nora in Nola. I don't know too many places in the quarter. Irene's has yummy expensive Italian. Frenchmen St. has some cheaper tasty options, like 13 and Mojitos and Mona's. Bennachin Ethiopian is good in the Quarter.
@@ at your coworker, Steph. What an ass.
Four hours on set and still waiting. Yawn.
Death by delicious ice cream. . . there are many worse scenarios.
The odd cravings thing is about pica, isn't it? Caused by nutrient deficiency?
Laura, from what I understand, weird cravings during pregnancy can be an early warning sign for certain vitamin and nutrient deficiencies.
Man, I miss Graeters.
But I already didn't care about my health today by having a second serving of yogurt pasta for lunch. Admittedly I had Kashi wheat cereal for breakfast and the pasta was whole grain, but still I clearly want to die because I enjoyed my meal.
That coworker can go suck it.
Mmm, Graeters.
"Do you know how many points is in that" ... My response would be a snarky "I'm guessing so many, it will be for the win, because this shit tastes GOOOoooooOODD!!!!!" But hey, that's just me.
Smonster, welcome to show biz. Hurry up & wait. And then "OMG OMG OMG we gotta get this before ____ happens, QUICKLY PEOPLE!!!!!"
That nosy and rude woman in Steph's lunchroom is the reason I hate eating ANYTHING around people who aren't my actual friends (who know better than comment on stuff like that).
Believe it or not, the comments are even *worse* when you're choosing *not* to eat what everyone else is eating. Other than "that looks delicious!" and those sorts of rapturous comments, I don't want to hear it. I am super touchy about it and turn into a bitca immediately.
"Do you know how many points is in that" would earn a terse "do you realize how rude it is to comment on my food choices?"
The people in the office I worked in several years ago were pretty bad about commenting on people's food choices, or else I was just finally noticing how rude that is, because it drove me up the wall. I remember one morning meeting where there was a platter with muffins, bagels, etc. that nobody was touching, so my boss pushed the platter over to me and said, "Oh, give that to Kate, she'll eat anything!"