Hi. Can't sleep, again. Stress sucks.
'The Train Job'
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.
What's the weather like in Pennsylvania at the moment? I saw a big storm over Pittsburgh. I like to keep an eye on the old stomping grounds.
Rainy, and about 50 now, but it was more like 65 during the day.
Ten degrees warmer than Utah but very similar. We had added dust storms and I'm buying a new windshield tomorrow from the sandblasting and cracks.
Deleted stuff, because I realized that posting it might not be the best idea.
No problem, you removed it before I saw it, so it's safe.
Poor Tim had what he thought was a loose crown yesterday, until this morning -- when it came off with the tooth in it. Yikes! It was over a root canal, though, so he says it doesn't hurt. It's a spiffy gold crown, so I told him he should have it made into jewelry. (I am perhaps not the most helpful wife.)
Poor Tim.
H has started using one of these. He pours in the lightly stirred egg, cubes a turkey sausage patty and distributes the cubes evenly across the container, follows cooking directions while an English muffin toasts, turns out the egg and sausage patty onto the muffin, slaps on a slice of sharp cheddar and a sprinkle of Hungarian paprika, and it's a darn good lunch sammich. It's my bread, pasta, and rice portion for the day, but worth it. And I'm not hungry again till dinner time.
I just bought the electric version of that. I haven't tried it yet.
Gronk. TCG didn't get home from his meeting until after midnight, and it's rainy and miserable here this morning. I have in theory an appointment with the diabetic counselor and furniture delivery happening. Must.get.moving.