It's the owner's son who did the work, and honestly I don't have enough spoons. We'll see what happens.
Giles ,'Selfless'
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.
I find myself alternating between fine and bursting into tears with little provocation, and I'm very tired.
Sounds familiar.
So many hugs for everyone in here.
It's the owner's son who did the work, and honestly I don't have enough spoons
Oh I get it. I can't count the times I should have complained, but didn't. Hate confrontation. I hope they stick to the estimate.
I'll take hugs too! In fact wine would be nice.
omg, I just fell into the shittiest, nastiest mood ever, which seems to brought on a headache in addition to all the raaaaaaaaage.
{{{Nora}}}
Idiot plumber left his toolbox in my driveway.
Sounds like a basis for negotiation, to me.
Heh. I am sleeping in tomorrow so they better give me plenty of notice before showing up to get it.
Ugh Nora. I find rage and grief often go hand in hand.
yes, it seems that around the same time the inexplicable rage occurred, there was a reason for it... unbeknownst to me at the time.
Now I am just numb.