I'm sorry Connie, what a rough morning.
'Touched'
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 am so sorry, Connie.
It fucking sucks, Connie. Gut punches, every last question. And it poisons the rest of the day. I'm sorry.
Connie, I'm sorry. That had to have been difficult for you.
OK, heading out to lawyer meeting. Wish us legal-ma!
Go kick ass legally!
Go kick ass legally!
Yeah!
Sorry about the rotten morning, Connie.
So much kick legal ass~ma, Strix.
sj, thinking of you and ltc.
Much ass-kicking~ma, Strix!
Ass-kicking~ma, Strix!
Connie, that is a real kicker. I was visiting my dad one time when the phone rang and I answered, since dad is deaf as a fence-post. It was someone asking if my mother, who had passed away two years previously, was going to renew a museum membership. While two years was a bit of time, it was still a gut punch. It can take a while to lose that feeling.
sj, good luck with that glucose test. Why is it so many tests require drinking nasty stuff? Ugh.