Sox, sympathy to your DH and peace to his grandma's memory.
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.
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.
Much ~ma to your DH, Sox. Peace and strength to you both in the coming days.
In Nora News, today is a fucking suck day of fucking suck. Tom's mom died today and a hidden pole ripped my front bumper off as I prepared to go tp lunch. Dropped the car off at a local body shop and am eating lunch. And drinking a goddamn beer. I really hope that Tom doesn't need to find out about the car thing. Not today, anyway.
Oh, Nora, I am so sorry for the car suckitude. My condolences to you and Tom. Much love and strength to both of you.
Universe? You need to back the fuck off.
{{Nora and Tom}}
Universe? You need to back the fuck off.
It never listens.
Mucho -ma to Nora and Tom, and Maria's DH and Hubs and ita's mom. Crikey.