Harmony: Somebody remembered to pick me up the sweetest unicorn. Guess someone was feeling guilty for standing me up in tenth grade. Brad: What? Had to get her something. She sired me. Peaches: Sire-whipped.

'Beneath You'


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.


Connie Neil - Sep 22, 2011 10:39:43 am PDT #49 of 30001
brillig

My doctor told me not to get one until the end of October.


smonster - Sep 22, 2011 10:41:16 am PDT #50 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

I can get him to get a flu shot at CVS or Walgreens, which are both offering them around here.

Just make sure he doesn't let them give it to him in the tendon, instead of the muscle!!


beekaytee - Sep 22, 2011 11:14:51 am PDT #51 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant

Skipping 30 new thread posts to echo sj's wisdom:

smonster, I have found that trying to interpret the thought process behind gifts only leads to driving yourself crazy.

I made a huge fuss over how bad my most significant other was at gift giving. I felt misunderstood and 'messaged' into a bad place by everything he gave me.

Looking back, I'm not sure what I was on about, except that I had an expectation of a certain amount of rejection and disappointment in my intimate relationships.

It turned out that what I was 'seeing' was not what I was seeing. I actually use everything he gave me, except for one expensive necklace that I just don't like. I think he actually thought he was doing a good thing, but missed the mark.

The truth is, there was no secret code in his gifts and, if I could have seen past my own insecurities, I could have been the person I fancy myself to be and been more appreciative...or at least less judgy.

Disappointment is so often not even remotely about the thing in front of you.


Burrell - Sep 22, 2011 11:15:22 am PDT #52 of 30001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!

Whoa, I'm all disoriented by thread changes now.


beekaytee - Sep 22, 2011 11:19:53 am PDT #53 of 30001
Compassionately intolerant

I'm remembering my stint in the hospital with septicemia in my leg. I very much resent that my enforced four-day vacation was wasted on drugged sleep and being barely able to focus on daytime TV.

Man. We should form a club. I vote Daniel as Secretary of Technology.

Andi, hospital food and feeding practices are abysmal. I only remember one thing I ate during my 3 days. I do remember the result of that eating and that I may not have eaten anything else.

Do take care of yourself and know that, once you get him home (yay for getting better leg), you can offset some of the ick of his stay.


Cass - Sep 22, 2011 11:22:03 am PDT #54 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

a weaponized silver fleur de lis stopper for wine! It's pretty, functional and can hurt people

Now ... if you could only set it on fire ....

It'd be the best birthday gift ever!

I am dismayed I forgot a San Diego trip until it was too late to get my flu shot first. I'll get it when I get home though. I get sore and tired for a couple of days so waiting means better family relations.


le nubian - Sep 22, 2011 11:30:04 am PDT #55 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."

Andi,

I don't know who puts together the hospital meals, but it is frightening. Your knowledge of anatomy is far better than mine (white blood cells...protein...WTF), but it makes sense. I think they typically don't provide protein because protein can make ill people feel worse.


Steph L. - Sep 22, 2011 11:35:23 am PDT #56 of 30001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe

The truth is, there was no secret code in his gifts and, if I could have seen past my own insecurities, I could have been the person I fancy myself to be and been more appreciative...or at least less judgy.

Man, I could have written this myself. Sometimes when your partner doesn't make coffee on a Sunday morning, it's NOT because he wants to punish you for forgetting to set the coffee up the night before; it's just because he got up before you, sat down to check e-mail, and got sucked into the interwebs.

Someday I will learn that.


SuziQ - Sep 22, 2011 11:37:28 am PDT #57 of 30001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame

I know we struggled with hospital meals for my mom. They never understood that while she had kidney failure, she was not hypertensive. There were other issues, such as getting certain medications with her meals and others a certain interval after a meal. I know the hospital personal are typically overworked and aren't trying to slight the patients, but it sure helps to have a non-drugged out advocate by your side.


billytea - Sep 22, 2011 11:42:25 am PDT #58 of 30001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.

We seem to have acquired our first item of refrigerator art. It's a bold, abstract work in the finger-painting medium. Vivid use of colour (blue). It is attached to the fridge via four echidna-shaped magnets.