Excellent plan!
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.
Total parenting win.
#1 son really really really did not want to go to Otter Lake, since to him this is a fate worse than death. I had given him a deadline. Told him he had to have a job and a place to live here, or he had to go to Otter Lake because he had to be out of the house.
The boys left yesterday about 1:30 pm. This morning at 9 am he texts me that he has a job and a place to live and can he get a bus ride back. So he is getting a bus in Florence SC and heading back.
I should have sent him to the mountains a month, or six, ago.
Hysterical.
The best part is that the bus ride is 20 hours involving 4 rest stops and 3 transfers. I just can't stop smiling.
And his clothes are in a plastic garbage bag. I did tell him that he should have his brother stop at a Walmart and grab a cheap duffle bag.
Where's the "like" button?
Laura, that's awesome. Keeping my fingers crossed that the job and lib on arrangements work out for him.
Is there something vague about the sentence, "We are not accepting donations at this time" that I am somehow missing?
I'd interpret that to mean that at the present time donations are not being accepted. I'm pretty literal that way.
Me too. But I keep getting, "so can I leave them outside the door?" I'm betting some people will anyway.
OK, and in the "it's too soon" column, just looked up a way to donate knitted hats to the cancer center and triggered a panic attack just looking at the pictures of cancer patients and reading the terminology. Off to read more Avengers fic to get my brain out of that loop.
I'm sorry, Connie. If you need one of us to do that type of research for you, just ask. I'd be happy to do it when I'm home.