What a day of suckitude, bonny. I'm sorry you and Bartleby had to go through all that. But I'm glad he's home with you now.
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.
Tep, go Team Claritin! I hope it works for you.
Welcome back, Erin. Much recuperation~ma to you.
bonny, I'm sorry about the whole day. I swear it's something in the air.
{{{Bonny and Bartleby}}}
ION:
My workplace wants me to pay over $600 to them for my medical insurance for October and November, as well as my life insurance, and short and log term disability. Oh, and I have no income, because the short-term disability people are still "investigating" if I had a pre-existing condition, so no $$.
Not sure where I can get a spare $600, unless a buyer comes along for the Grand Am, and soon.
So glad Bartleby is doing well,sorry about what you had to go through.
My day has sucked in a small way. Nosebleed last night interrupted my sleep, then had a really bad one this aftertoon. The nosebleed itself was no so bad - I know how to deal with it, though it is a bit tedious. But afterwords the bathroom looked like a horror movie. I had to clean blood off the mirror,three walls, the floor,and of course me. real PITA.
bonny, that is AWFUL. I would be seeing red, too.
Daniel, I am so sorry.
Daniel, I'm sorry about what you are going through. Can you tell your work place you will have to owe them for a few months? I don't quite understand: you have to pay THEM for your temporary disability.
And medical ma for Fred's DH.
{{bonny and Bartleby}} so sorry! I cant believe they screwed up like that. I would be rageface, too.
Ugh, Daniel, that is just...I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry. Hugs and ~ma just don't seem to cut it. I hope you can find a buyer for the car, or something.
I love reading about peoples' family history. Keep on, please.
Yes indeedy.
My great aunt Ginny was a master reweaver - that is, she repaired sweaters. Y'all, people used to repair sweaters. She made a living at it, IIRC.
Oh, bonny, how absolutely infuriating. I'd totally lose my shit.
Lots of ~ma for Hubs.
Maria, good on ya for kicking out that drunk asshole. My mind never ceases to boggle at Americans who think people with accents are dumb, yet don't know another language beyond "amigo" or "bonjour" (which they mostly butcher).
Today was mos def a dirty job day. I got extremely dirty THROUGH my t-shirt.