Lots of brackets for all who love K, smonster.
'Lineage'
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.
smonster, that's a huge loss. Be kind to yourself. I've been thinking about you, Heather, Nora, and Tom today.
Productivity-wise, the last load of laundry is in the washer, load #2 is in the dryer, and load #1 is folded and put away (or drying on the clothesline); I put a crapton of pictures online for Tim's dad; I emailed my client; I made the bed; and I washed the dishes. Still need to thaw some salmon for dinner, clean the bathroom, call the campground, take the trash out to the curb, and walk up to the library. I think I'll pull the salmon out and then walk up to the library.
Much love, smonster. Today marks seven years since ND’s father died, also. It’s a rough day for losing good people.
Many hugs to smonster and the Design family. Anniversaries of this kind suck.
I am down to four e-mails in my action folder at work. I feel quite accomplished. If only I didn't have 11 in my waiting for others folder.
Mom-care~ma, Epic.
{{{smonster}}}
Oh, yes, much Mom~ma, Epic!
Mom ~ma, Epic. Wishing you all the best.
I may need an alibi. Compression socks arrive wrong size.
Oh, sj, NO. How maddening.
Well, I got some cleaning and organizing done. But now my headache is back, again, so I'm taking another break.