I can't convince TCG we should get tickets to one of the UK readings, something about not being able to afford it. . Sadly he really isn't doing many stops in the New England area.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
FB people already know this, but
Arthur is in kidney failure. He isn't even 3 years old yet. We're waiting for the test results to see what we do next, but we're starting the fluids and the lower protein diet. At least, we're trying to -- Arthur was very uncooperative last night.
And I'm trying not to cry. Especially since I'm part of a big presentation in less than 2 hours.
Oh, Fred Pete. My dear, I am so sorry.
I'm so sorry Fred.
I'm so sorry Fred.
Harvey's best purr-vibes for you and Arthur, Fred. And for the rest of your household.
Remember a couple weeks ago when I asked about microfiber sheets, then concluded I might like them for winter sheets but wanted to stick with cotton for summer? Well, it turns out that the sheets I got were a bait-and-switch. In fine print above the bold 1500 THREAD COUNT EGYPTIAN COTTON says high strength microfiber yarns as soft as. I like 'em just fine. What's more, the cats like them. Harvey is now actually sleeping on the pillow I bought for him, instead of nudging me off my pillow. And Sammie will lie down on the sheets rather than the comforter if she gets to the bed before I make it.
I just really dislike the deception.
Fred, I hope the presentation went ok. Sorry about kitty.
Fred, I'm so sorry about Arthur.
I'm so, so sorry, Fred. Vibing for Arthur, and you and Hubs, and vibing hard that you make it through the presentation. It's so hard to choke down that huge distress and compartmentalize enough to power through work-related crap.