Happy birthday, Ryan! Your Dad tells the best stories about you. You are all very lucky.
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.
Missing pets does totally suck. Some friends of mind had to put down their 18 year old dog, Trixie, last night. 18 is very old indeed for a small dog (even smaller than you are thinking of) but they still will miss her. It is always hard, Erika, and no way to make it not be hard. You gave your dog love and a good life, and I know that does not help. {{}}
Sometime we'll visit...maybe not during the summer...frying pan into fire much? Actually, TB, it does help a little knowing that we had a good life together. Just not with the lost-companionship portion.(at least, we did not have a complicated relationship where we fought beforehand or anything.) But smonster and Typo Boy can both be proud that I looked up recycling an old TV today. I wish it could be simpler, I gotta say, but eventually we'll do it.
Electronics recycling can be a total bitch. I have a stash.
A little ~ma towards my grandmother, please? She's 97 and I just found out (via my aunt's fb page) that she's in the hospital with pneumonia. It's not critical at the moment. I may just be numb from the whole D thing, but I think I'm okay if it's her time. I'll be sad, but I saw her at Xmas, and she's been clearly winding down for a while. That's why I'm asking for generic ~ma instead of healing~ma... whatever it is she needs right now.
All that said, I totally give this week the finger and it's only Tuesday.
wrod.
generic~ma to your grandmother, smonster. And some additional ~ma just for you. I'm sorry about things with D.
~ma for your grandma, smonster.
Sending good thoughts her way, smonster. And your way as well.
~ma for you and your grandma, smonster.
-ma for your Grandma, smonster.
Happy Birthdays to Ryan and Ford!
So - found my wallet after misplacing it on Thursday. I was pretty sure that it was in my apartment . . .but was afraid that it had managed to disappear into a box. I just had no memory of what I had done with it. Started thinking that maybe I was wrong and I lost it elsewhere so I checked lost & found with the campus police and the student union. No joy.
Then, I got home tonight, sat on my bed and looked at the project bag on my bedside bookshelf. I swear I checked it before, but this time when I looked in it there was my wallet right there on top.
I'm relieved but still feeling a bit silly.