oh how worrying Typo. You have one tough mama though.
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.
Oh Typo, that's quite the misadventure :(
It's a crutches day today. Haven't had to use those in a while. At least I already had a quiz planned for today, so I don't have to be on my feet too much.
Your poor mom, Typo! Lots of be-careful and recovery~ma to her. I'm glad she's got you; you're a good son and a good friend (which is of course the ideal, since she made you, but clearly she did a stellar job of it).
Vibes to you, too, Hil (along with ongoing better-job-in-a-better-location~ma).
Absolutely what JZ said!
I hope your mom recovers quickly Typo.
Quick recovery for your mother, TB.
Oh, Typo. ~ma to you and your mom.
I'm feeling a lot better today. Funny how I keep question myself when I'm sick if I'm really feeling bad or it's just a "meh" day, but once I'm better I can really say that yes, I was feeling sick.
Anyhow, there's a story about a term you have taught me that I think you'd like. I might have told it before - my memory ain't what it used to be.
Few weeks back, I went with a friend to a mutual birthday dinner out (our birthdays are two weeks away from each other). When we ordered, the waiter recommend me of a certain dish, but I thought it'll be too much for me, flavor-wise. So I asked him if they had something more vanilla (and I pronounced it "vanilla", because vanilla in Hebrew is just "vanill"). And, of course, since not all people are buffista-like, I had to explain that poor waiter what vanilla means, and that I didn't mean that I want something vanilla flavor or pronouncing "vanilla" wrong. He took it quite well.
Recovery~ma for your mom, Typo.
Feel better, Hil.
Man, there should be a rule that only good stuff can happen the week after your wedding. Our washing machine broke Monday night, I have a cold, the half-and-half went bad, and I just got a rejection letter from the romance/erotic book publisher. Boo. I really thought I nailed the hell out of the editing test, too. I felt really good about it.
The pay for the job was exceptionally crappy for the time commitment involved in editing a manuscript, so I suppose it's for the best, but it's just bruising to my ego, you know? I can do this, damn it. I'm good at it.
Well, I will drown my sorrows by taking all the sheets and towels to the laundromat. Yay?
t edit I still have the AMA job, and that's awesome, truly. But only part-time, so I need to rustle up other clients. The AMA job actually pays (slightly) more than my previous job, but, again, it's only part-time, so I have to make up the difference elsewhere. Meh.