I bet I got the same pamphlet, at least twice. It's...less than helpful.
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.
Ugh ChiKat. I remember getting a card like that, didn't want it, not from the vet. I'm not close to my vet like that.
It's like being ambushed with emotion
Exactly. I mean, I totally realize that A) they were trying to be kind and 2) my emotional state is extremely fragile right now, but dear god. I do finally feel like I can breathe without having to force air into my lungs, but I still find myself crying several times a day on my own. I don't need any help with that.
Yes, he was your son, but he was my husband. You don't have the monopoly on his wordly possessions, or the final say.
Oh, {{Maria}}. Wise words. I'm holding you in my thoughts.
Sean, I'm sorry about that person. {ChiKat}, sorry about the awful card.
askye, the drama sounds bad, but work without that woman sounds better.
On My List: post-doc people who are confusing between correlation and causation in a project we're involved in. (Dude: you're teaching this in three different classes, from three different perspectives. You're honestly telling me you can't realize what you just said in your email?).
mearaing:
Obersturmmalawachführer
Love this.
Messing with Nazi ranks is something quite common among feminazis here. Or, well, just with me and my friends. There's one friend I nicknamed Obersturmsweetheartführer. Another is Reichsführerbabe. (warning: that's what gazillions of hours of holocaust indoctrination might do to one. Also, no porn intended).
Which reminds me. I saw a kitler this week. Her owners taught her to raise her front paw to the order of sieg heil. That kept me occupied for 20 minutes.
Trying to stay present in bitches. Fell a few days behind there. Been a bit stressful, but last night I saw the dance concert, and somehow it pushed the reset button on my stress levels. Most unusual. Never had that before. But I'll take it!! Thank you arts!
{{{ Maria }}} lots of wise words have been said, so I'll just nod and agree. You are in my thoughts.
Health~ma to all that needs it.
There was more, but I'm too tired to recall it all.
Well, pants.
I was planning on doing the 2-hour drive to go to the memorial for someone from my Fort Wayne church, but my knees are still achy (I was hoping that they'd get over it overnight), so it's probably not a good idea.
{{{Maria}}} I'm sorry that the in-laws are being difficult. Loss often brings out the worst in people.
{{{Jilli}}} Feel better.
We're waiting to hear back from the seller on the fixes we want made, but in the meantime they have had another offer on the house for more money.
DAMN IT, sj!
Thanks, Erin. We're still hoping they would rather re-negotiate with us than start again with a new buyer who will also have an inspection and probably find the same problems we did. But between having to use my inhaler several times yesterday because of the cleaning chemicals, the resulting anxiety attack, and then this news right before bed, I did not sleep well last night and sort of want to curl up in a ball and never answer the phone again.