I am sorry, Volans. That is way too many.
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That's terrible. I'm so sorry.
Two in the last week.
I know other people are having a worse 2016 than I am (including the families of these folks), but ugh.
That's awful, Volans. I'm sorry.
Much love and support to everyone. I keep trying to say more eloquent things, but they don't express what I really feel, which is that I want to wrap you all up in blankets and keep you safe from upsets and annoyances.
Jilli speaks for me on this matter, as on so many others.
ltc bit me. About an inch over from where I burned myself. She was trying to put my shirt in her mouth because she's teething, but she missed.
I get it, Maria. You just want to do the fun-cute...making you less lonely things and now it's all tough.
Babies, they take so much work.
Yes. Even the kitten, who is overall sunny and amusing, sometimes makes me glad I didn't get pregnant. Even though, as the holidays approach my sentimental side, vestigial as it is, does get more sad about that.
There's nothing more amusing then getting a full nights sleep, and beginning to retake migraine medication, and waking up with a persistent fucking headache that stays with you all day.
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