They didn't cooperate SO they were released? Boy, that makes sense.
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.
I have arrived home to the stomach flu. If this is my reward for putting up with The Girl's family in very difficult circumstances for ten days, then the universe and I need to have a little chat.
Aims, I'd look that up and use it in the Gender and Society class I teach, but I fear the students having the same reaction to the commenters. Perhaps I should use it anyway and allow myself the chance of being surprised.
Never read the comments, Aimee.
Bears repeating.
So, today has been fairly sucktastic. Last year, Mickey (my cat) was diagnosed with a lung tumor. Lately, he's not been eating well, been lethargic, and his cough has gotten worse. Took him to the vet today (the 3rd time in 2 weeks) for another set of x-rays. It showed what I expected but not what I wanted. His tumor is bigger and the cancer has spread to lymph nodes in his lungs, too. At this point, we're treating his symptoms but it's just a matter of time before he declines. And I suspect a short amount of time. I'm not ready for this at all.
I'm sorry, ChiKat. Much comfort~ma to Mickey.
Oh ChiKat, so sorry.
So sorry ChiKat, and sorry for Mickey too.
I'm very sorry, ChiKat.
I woke up on New Year's Day thinking that this would end up being a bad year. I knew that Mickey was not doing well and suspected that things were going to get worse with him. And, over Christmas, my dad (who had a bad strokes 7 years ago now and whose health is not good as a result) said his goodbyes to me like he was getting himself ready to go. I don't think I can handle this at all.
oh, ChiKat, I'm so sorry.