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{{Nora and Tom}}
'Beneath You'
[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.
{{Mariaand DH}}
{{Nora and Tom}}
ION:
I forgot to mention progress has been made! On Tuesday I drove to Walmart Supercenter with Andi. I managed to push the shopping cart all around the grocery side for over an hour, with a few rest stops.
I only flagged when my blood glucose dipped.
That's great, Daniel!
Woo hoo!
~ma to Maria and her DH, and Tom and Nora.
That's great, Daniel!
I just got the bill for my new ankle brace, and the insurance covered almost all of it! I just had to pay $110. This is SO much better than my old insurance, where getting anything covered required months worth of phone calls.
I'm still coughing a bit, but feeling a lot better. I was able to get most of the stuff done today that I needed to get done, but, as usual, I'm not caught up on cleaning and phone calls.
{{{Sox & DH}}}
{{{Tom & Nora}}}
{{{Maria & DH}}}
{{{FredPete & Hubs}}}
{{{ita & family}}}
I wish I had better words.
Much peace to you and your DH, Sox.
Oh, Nora, damn. I'm so sorry. Happy to feed the boys while y'all are gone, and let me know if there's anything else I can do.
Lots of ~ma, Maria. May the day fly and the outcome be good.
Invoking FPC clause: I texted StW to tell him about my shitty day and see if he wanted to come watch Justified. He couldn't, work thing. Figures. And then he tells me that he has resident recruitment for the next eleven weekends, taking off for Thanksgiving and Christmas. ::sigh::
My condolences to Sox and her DH, and to Tom and Nora.
Much ~ma to Maria and her DH, to FredPete and his hubs, and to ita and her mom.
My thoughts exactly.
Peace on all your hearts.
It's been a amazingly difficult day...again.
Bartleby has been extremely miserable all day. I fortunately found a different e-collar that makes him marginally less miserable but is risky because, with effort, he could claw his eye. I have to keep a laser focus on him. I'll put the icky one back on for bedtime. It won't matter in his crate.
I had a HUGE fight with the groom of the wedding I'm supposed to be doing next weekend. What a horror. There was much strum and drang because he could not keep the acrimony between us and had to make it even harder on the bride.
Long story short, despite my saying I had no interest in speaking to him anymore, he came by my house this evening. He gets credit for the courage to face me and for apologizing, though the course of the conversation proved that his remorse didn't run very deep.
I'll honor my commitment, but I won't trust him anytime soon. This revelation seemed to flummox him, as if 'I'm sorry' should have caused me to suddenly love him again.
I might like him again some day. That day is not today.
I am so tired and hoping that the 'it comes in threes' rule applies so that the bad stuff can take a break for now.
bonny, that sounds just awful.
God, so many people are having a bitch of a week. Much -ma to all.