Woot! Life begins at 40, so they say. As one well past that I suspect it is because of failing memory. Enjoy! The big decade birthdays should be celebrated 10 times as much I say.
'Touched'
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.
Much love and ~ma to Byron and his peoples.
So, we finished our big volunteer thing, and then all went and got beer. I played bar shuffleboard for the first time, and won both games! Woo! And it was all me, b/c my partner sucked. But he's adorable and went to the same school I did (a decade later) so it's all good. There's actually three of us that went to the same college, and we had a group hug. PLUS - I didn't have to work with the 18 yo at all today, and it was AWESOME.
And I get to see StW tomorrow. Yay!
Yay for tea-having in London with Karen (Is that Jars?)! Also yay for non-exploding ears of pain during the flight. (Ok, I'm just assuming that, but if your head went asplodey, you'd tell us, and share your pain, I hope?)
smonster, I'm glad you got a break from the 18yr old.
Happy Birthday, omnis!
Happy birthday omnis!
And so sorry, Pix.
I'm sorry about Byron, Pix.
Happy birthday, Omnis!
(Autocomplete wants to make "Omnis" into "omniscient.")
It's been a rough day. Not at all what I expected when I got up. Byron will be well taken care of for as much time as he has left.
So sorry, ND.
Happy Birthday, Omnis!
Sorry about Byron, Pix and ND.
{{Pix and ND}} so sorry about Byron.
Happy Birthday, Omnis!
amyth, hope your head has stopped bleeding. Can you fashion a butterfly bandage from tape?
My head has almost stopped bleeding. Almost. Trouble is, it's on the back of my head where I can't see, and I have a shitload of hair, which is (sorry for the grossness) now clumped with a shitload of dried blood, which I'm afraid to wash off, because I don't want to get the cut wet and start the whole process over again.
Today, A. and I drive Calli and C. to Barcelona (four hours each way). Calli and C. fly back to NC tomorrow. When A. and I get back tonight, she is going to help me Rinse All The Hair and put a butterfly bandage on the cut. There will be first aid! And hopefully, that will be the end of all this bizness. Because I still have Week Two of France ahead, with A. and her coworker B. who gets in tonight (I've never met him) and no more ridic injuries.
It's been a rough day. Not at all what I expected when I got up.
He's a very good boy and will be loved and cosseted for the time he still gets to patrol and rule.
My head has almost stopped bleeding. Almost.
And we're okay with not seeking treatment now .. because?
I get not wanting to overreact but this is either a much hairier situation than I have been in or you need to think about squishing your brain.
It also could be the change of thread.