Much love, smonster. Today marks seven years since ND’s father died, also. It’s a rough day for losing good people.
Wash ,'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.
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.
Oh, yay! I found the 2nd pair!
Yay compression socks!!!
ND, Kristin, Nora, Sara, abd Heather, my heart goes out to you.