(There were chicken plucking machines in the basement.)
Either way, egad.
[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.)
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."
Sox, sympathy to your DH and peace to his grandma's memory.
Sox, I'm sorry I've been not here, but when I read Beep Me, I did think lots of warm thoughts, condolences and peace~ma for your DH and family.
bonny, I don't even know what to say about that mix up.
smonster, I like your feathers just the way they are - no plucking necessary. And reallY? Less ruffling would be great too, so I'll see if I can send a soothing breeze your way.
All good thoughts to Sox and family.
smonster, awkward day all around.
And now I want cookies.
I finally feel like a real person again. After an extremely long, hot shower, and feeling like a zombie all day and all night long, I got to sleep and I feel like my brain is starting to crank again. Which is good.
I had weird dreams, though. I dreamt I had to go to Venezula with my sister, where we were kidnapped to this old ramshackle hotel in the country, where we were forced to write bad romance novel in English, to be translated into Spanish. There was another woman there, and she was supposed to be helping us, but all she did was add purple prose to the love scenes, and I was very annoyed.
They let us go after we'd finished a short story, and I was trying to figure out whether or not I wanted my name on that horrible piece of shite or not. And then I woke up.
I would probably laugh if someone asked me about "getting plucked"
Condolences, Sox. Having the time to be ready is sort of an awesome thing.
Ick and ew, smonster.
Condolences, Sox.
Will have ~ma aimed squarely in your & DH's directions, MFNlaw.