{{{Sean}}} I'm so sorry that you won't be able to be there.
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.
Healing vibes for Tom.
Sean, I wish I had the words.
Sean, I'm sorry. That sucks so much. Stupid money stuff.
I hope Tom's arm heals quickly, Nora. Do y'all wear helmets when you ride?
We do wear helmets, thank goodness!
We do wear helmets, thank goodness!
Well...start wearing gauntlets.
Ack, sorry to hear about Tom. Healing-ma, and hope the vicodin kicks in big time.
Sean, that totally sucks about your friend's funeral. I hope something works out so you can make it.
Sean, if the wake is 5:00 or later on Friday and you want to Skype in, I am happy to go up and carry a laptop around for a while.
Thanks, Debet. I'm sure it's in the evening, so that's a very kind and generous backup plan. That may be what happens, if you can swing it. We'll play it by ear over the next couple of days and see what happens.
Cool. Email me or text me or whatever and we'll get it figured out.
Healing~ma to Tom.