'Hell Bound'
[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.
Ginger, you might just need a good decongestant, like Afrin that gets squirted inside the nose. But I'd go to the doctor.
Ear candles don't work. Sorry... They don't really pull anything out of the ear, all they really do at best is warm the ear, which you can do more safely with a heating pad or warm compress. We debunked them solidly at a Christmas party one year.
In the continuing saga of "How the rifle turns"...
Today CJ asked K-Bug if he could come by to pick up the bolt so he could take the pieces to our friend's gun safe. She said no. It then became an arguement over "the rifle was given with the plan for CJ and the bf to go hunting together".
So - either it was a gift or it wasn't. If it is a gift, then ownership needs to transfer to me until CJ is 18 and I get to decide how/when/where it is used/stored. If it is not a gift, then they get to deal with taking it back from CJ and I still get to decide how/when/where he gets to use a gun of any sort.
Some of this was discussed in text between them and CJ and then them and me on the phone. For all the talk, they kept trying to have it be a gift, but one they controlled. Sorry, no. I told them I wanted it decided and dealt with before I left on vacation. Actually, it needs to be dealt with before CJ goes off to training tomorrow evening.
Talking to the bf on the phone is like talking to a used car salesman. He is calm and finds ways to make you agree to small things and then you are close to agreeing to the big things. Or at least that is how I felt. K-Bug just doesn't see it at all. She wants us all to just get along.
Certainly feels as though my ears get cleaner...score one for the placebo effect I suppose.
bf continues to not surprise. I'm sorry that poor CJ has been pulled into the mess at this level.
I want to smack this guy. A lot.
Argh. I went into Michael's to buy some scrapbooking stuff. I get up to the cash register, and the cashier says, in that voice you use for talking to little kids, "Oh, you have a boo-boo! I'm sorry!" I look behind me, confused, to see if one of the kids on line just fell or something. Nope. She's talking to me about my ankle brace. The hell?
Oy, Hil.
I really kinda want to smack K-bug's bf with a croquet mallet while explaining the concepts of treating people and their boundaries with respect.
Hi hi hi! We are back from the UK, where there was a heat wave and a royal baby. But whatever, because we got to see Fay!
But whatever, because we got to see Fay!
The most important event!
Oo, a Fay viewing! I'm jealous.