The radio is wise.
You know, it's funny. We went to war never looking to come back, but it's the real world I couldn't survive.
Tracy ,'The Message'
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 Neil - Dec 23, 2014 6:09:18 am PST #15110 of 30002
brillig
EpicTangent - Dec 23, 2014 8:37:25 am PST #15111 of 30002
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Much ~ma for Gregory, Laura.
"Folgers has it wrong. The best part of waking up is going back to bed after you pee."
This is profound.
Tom Scola - Dec 23, 2014 9:08:36 am PST #15112 of 30002
Remember that the frontier of the Rebellion is everywhere. And even the smallest act of insurrection pushes our lines forward.
For billytea: [link]
Laura - Dec 23, 2014 9:37:51 am PST #15113 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
The boy will be fine. Bad concussion but he will be okay. He is in full rotten teen mode. Pissed about not having his phone. Very unhappy about the cath. At least they took the breathing tube out so he is now able to complain vocally.
Dana - Dec 23, 2014 9:40:03 am PST #15114 of 30002
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Sounds like he got lucky.
Toddson - Dec 23, 2014 9:46:09 am PST #15115 of 30002
Friends don't let friends read "Atlas Shrugged"
Laura, I'm glad to hear that.
And, once his parents get over the relief, they might want to have the breathing tube reinserted ... just so they don't have to listen to him complain.
Laura - Dec 23, 2014 9:47:20 am PST #15116 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
Indeed. I should xpost to Natter too.
sj - Dec 23, 2014 9:51:02 am PST #15117 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Laura, I'm relieved to hear he is doing well.
Connie Neil - Dec 23, 2014 4:09:36 pm PST #15118 of 30002
brillig
The first Christmas alone thing is starting to bite hard. He was diagnosed at this time last year. And we thought "OK, this is bad, but we've gotten through Bad before."
He loved Christmas lights, and the neighborhood has even more than last year. I figure once most of the lights are out and the Christmas music assault is over, that I'll be doing better. At least I was smart enough to go to the liquor store tonight to get my bottle of Kahlua (no bottles of wine that I like that were small enough I was willing to buy), because all the liquor stores are closing at 6 tomorrow. Because Utah.
Zenkitty - Dec 23, 2014 4:48:44 pm PST #15119 of 30002
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Laura, very glad the boy will be okay and is alive to complain.
Connie, I'm sorry this season is so hard. Hell, that all of it is so hard.
My last-minute shopping is done. I made an appointment with my doctor for tomorrow morning, and thankful for a doctor who's seeing patients on Christmas Eve. He's going to have to change this BP medication, or something; even with the diuretic, my feet are so swollen I can barely get my shoes on. Walking around all those stores was such a misery. By the time I got home, I was limping. For the first time in my life, I feel old. This is unacceptable.