I know you've had to face this too, Typo, but it's so hard to deal with not being able to do things I could a year ago. I feel like I'm greeting each day the way Dorothy Parker responded to a knock at the door: "What fresh hell is this?"
Spike ,'Selfless'
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'm always sorry to hear someone else going through it. And its not as though you don't have enough medical issues. Believe me, first hand experience does not make me less sympathetic, or keep me from wishing you less hurting.
Ginger, I'm so sorry.
Ugh, Ginger, I'm so sorry. Mr. Peabody! Be good! Your momma ain't got time for dat.
I'm sorry Ginger, it's all so unfair
Ginger, I am so sorry.
A certain small dog of my acquaintance is not going outside tonight, no matter how much he barks and jumps up and down.
A certain small dog of my acquaintance is not going outside tonight, no matter how much he barks and jumps up and down.
He is trying to *save* you from that possum!! Why are you thwarting him?!
Be good, Mr. P! Make it easy on your human!
Anybody around? Just kind of need some distraction.