Aaand I just had a potential client ask me and my coworker "You wanna get plucked, girl?". No sir, I do not.
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.
(There were chicken plucking machines in the basement.)
Thanks, everyone.
"You wanna get plucked, girl?"
So creepy.
Sox, I am so sorry. Please give T my and R's condolences. If there is anything that we can do, please let us know.
Eeeuw and eeeuw, smonster.
Many good thoughts to Sox's DH. I'm glad his grandmother was ready, and I hope it was as easeful as possible. One day long ago my 90-something-year-old great-grandmother confided to my mom that all her best friends were gone and she'd just finished a craft project and gotten a good haircut and had one nice dress left so she guessed she was all ready to go, and died in her sleep two days later.
I want to decorate cookies and drink wine with juliana! Please?
(There were chicken plucking machines in the basement.)
Either way, egad.
I'd love to know when it's a good time to go. As opposed to hurting so much that going is preferable to anything else, you know?
Maria, will do. We're trying to sort travel stuff now. I think everyone's doing ok, and is grateful she had a long life and that she got to know her great-grandkids, and they, her.
Cookie decorating sounds awesome. Chicken plucking machines, NSM.
From DH, when I passed on messages: "Thank you all. Brought tears to my eyes."