'Get It Done'
[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.
That's fabulous, Scrappy!
I've been there, too, Steph, and yeah. Somehow barely shedding a tear for a close relative and weeping buckets for the cat seems horribly inappropriate, but that's what I've done. I hope it eases for you.
I'm eschewing a sensible lunch, because unless calamity strikes, (ptoo! ptoo!) we're seeing CA:CW for the *first* (but doubtless not the only) time, and I'm electing concession stand fried cheese with ranch instead. Living on the edge, man.
When I was first dating J, back in NYC, his cat Henry died (very thoughtfully in his sleep). We were waiting for the guy to pick up hs body and J was crying very hard. He came over to me and choked out through tears, "He was my best friend."
I completely understood.
I will lose it completely when my guys go.
I cried more for Damien's death than I did for my grandmother's 6 weeks earlier. He saw me through so much, and helped me keep it together (or a semblance thereof), and merely demanded headbutts in return.
It sounds like the interview went well. There are only 3 candidates for the position, and he should hear next week if they want to do a second round of interviews.
Fingers crossed for TCG. Best possible outcome ~ma.
CongratuWellDone, Scrappy. So brave and fun!
Steph, I'm pretty sure it's common knowledge that I considered following Bartleby when he shuffled the mortal coil.
No amount of sadness or missing would be surprising to me. Even with the lazy jokester taking up my focus these days, I still miss Bartleby with everything I have.
Poor ltc has a cold. I didn't sleep a wink last night. My mother is here today and I'm going to nap.
I'm going to be a wreck when my kitty boys go.
I am very reluctant to get a new cat because of anticipating the loss. I hope I get to a point where years of company are better than fear.
I don't think we'll get more cat because of my allergies.
And while I can't even think about Kato dying (he's slowing down a LOT, you guys), and I feel like it would be awful to get a new dog since it's just going to die some day, too -- I actually know we'll get another dog. (Which I secretly want to name Hercules Mulligan.) I just want it to be 50 years from now.
t edit Shit, I'm pretty old. We'll say 40 years from now.