Safe travels, people - be they physical journeys or metaphorical ones.
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.
Connie - Halos of Hope does hat drives for cancer victims. They have a search engine for local donation points:
I hope this helps.
Thanks, it does.
I'm afraid I'm back in the land of hats and scarves. I was hoping I'd be in the minority who keep their hair on this chemo, but no. Most of it fell out a week ago. I had the rest chopped short, but it's been shedding all week. My house has too much hair. My hair. Dog hair. Yeti hair. I have a little spiky fuzz left, which makes me look like a giant baby bird.
I need a scarf-tying class. I see women, particularly black women, with such elegantly tied scarves. I'm pretty much limited to the square knot.
The cat groomed a fair amount of Hubby's hair off.
Ginger, you could try some of these. [link]
Ginger, here is 15 ways to wear a head scarf: [link]
Doing laundry for vacation, and the dryer just died. This means I can go back to bed, right?
Performance evaluation at work. I got to glance over it before signing it. Not sure when a copy gets back in my hands. Last year there were a few sporadic "Exceeds expectations". This year, I'd say close to 50% of the check boxes were "exceeds", the rest were "meeting expectations". Woot. Too bad it doesn't result in a merit raise.
Having cramps again, want a hug from Hubby. Trying not to cry where customers can hear. A billion hugs from all the wonderful people in world can't touch the hole inside. Fuck it.