Cordelia ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
[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.
Yay, Cashmere! Good to hear good news.
Vortex, HMOG. That is some scary shit, and I'm glad your car sacrificed itself for your wellbeing successfully.
Dammit, Frankie ripped his dewclaw down in the quick, and it's dangling and he yelps and pulls away, and my claw trimmer is too small to fit around it without pulling unless he holds still, and he's licking it. I don't know what to do. I'm such a wuss when he cries, I can't stand it.
Vortex, your poor car! And poor you! I'm so glad you weren't broken. And that you have the good drugs. I too know the love of a sidelined car, and I'm sorry.
I would consider the implant option, were mine a single tooth, and were I made of money that didn't need to go for other exigencies of living. But it's four teeth. I'm not going to live long enough to get my money's worth out of four implants. But I'm glad the new dentist and staff are nice, Teppy.
Vortex, yikes! I'm glad you're all right. Good Saab!
Cash, great news!
smonster, poor Frankie!
Holy crapsicles, Vortex! I'm so glad you were able to walk away (and get the good drugs). And I'm in awe of the self-sacrificing heroism of your car.
oh, dag, Vortex!! Glad you are okay!
I'm glad you are ok , Vortex
I think I'm going to have to take him to the vet tomorrow. I feel like I'm living the "Spent" game - [link] - and not doing very well.
ugh, smonster, I totally know that feeling. Especially with vet-related spending.
You and me both, smonster.
But it's more than just feeling like I'm not doing very well, it's a lot more like I'm doing absolutely the best I can, and that's not very well, and it's not sustainable.
Love you guys.
We love you too. Never, ever doubt it.
Take it as easy on yourself as you can for the next few days, please? Shock is funny stuff.
Glad beyond words that you're relatively undamaged.