I don't recall any eggplant in the meals that I got.
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 don't want to get into specifics here because I'm paranoid, but. I just have to say grr wrt in-laws or I might explode.
Ugh, Amazon, I'm a city girl, okay? Every skirt with a notebook does not need "Pilgrim at(Fucking) Tinker Creek".(Fyi, tried twice, hated it muchly)
erika, you know she lived in a suburb, apparently?
juliana, many many woo hoos and congrats! That is so exciting.
Nora, I am glad you are there and I am sending all the ~ma I can muster.
I have stress/comfort eaten ALL THE MASHED POTATOES.
My dad is still in ICU, because he needs constant monitoring, but he will be OK. It'll just take some time. He'll be glad to be done with the tube down his throat, I'm sure. Hopefully that will be tomorrow.
Ratcheting up the stress levels (of course it's not about me though) was the fact that someone in the room next door was going to be taken off on life support that evening. It was totally unexpected (I heard the close relatives tell the story to other relatives and friends) and the whole family was devastated. My heart broke for them all. I was so sad for them, but so grateful that my dad was in a different situation. Oh, man.
I've got to stop even browsing the self-help books, smonster. It makes them confuse me with women who use "journal" as a verb. Also, most of them aren't worth it.
ALL THE MASHED POTATOES
Oh that sounds good.
I'm sorry you find yourself in an ICU. They're not happy places.
I'm glad your dad will be ok, Nora.
All the mashed potatoes sounds good indeed, as does the better news for your dad. Continuing to send love and ~ma your way, Nora.
{{sj}}, exploding lets the enemy win. No exploding! ~calm~ma.
Not exploding only because I have this place.