Xander ,'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.
Seriously, who says to someone who is handicapped, "The best blessing in the world is to have a normal child"?
And I'll just bet that replying, "Well, better a handicapped child than a normal one who grows up to be an ass hole I suppose" is somehow rude, huh?
And I'll just bet that replying, "Well, better a handicapped child than a normal one who grows up to be an ass hole I suppose" is somehow rude, huh?
Since it was a relative, yes probably frowned on.
Your family is WAY more polite than mine.
Your family is WAY more polite than mine.
The evidence seems to contradict this.
And I'll just bet that replying, "Well, better a handicapped child than a normal one who grows up to be an ass hole I suppose" is somehow rude, huh?
Not if you add "hypothetically."
Performance reviews are bullshit, Buffista conversation of truth #49.
I have done onerous work related but yet will result in money for me tasks. Three expense sheets and one medical claim submittal. Should net some nice cash for holiday stuff. Of course, it is all reimbusing money I've already spent, but it feels like new money.
And I'll just bet that replying, "Well, better a handicapped child than a normal one who grows up to be an ass hole I suppose" is somehow rude, huh?
Hah. I think it would only be deserved. Family or not.
Man, Tim is a rock star. The poor guy had oral surgery this morning (gum grafts, eeek) and needs to take his pain meds. But no, he had to drive me to urgent care b/c my 3-day migraine suddenly got worse (vertigo when I previously had none, stabbing behind both eyes when it was previously just one eye). Apparently my blood pressure is really high, even for a Lang. I'm waiting for the doctor and undoubtedly a shot of Toradol in my bottom. And then my poor husband whose mouth hurts can go home and take pain meds.
Man, I am the worst wife ever. I should be making him mashed taters for his sore mouth, not keeping him from his narcotics and forcing him to drive me to urgent care. Bah.
Oh Steph, that sounds hard on both of you. Sending many vibes that you both get home soon. And agreed, Tim's a rock star. Good thing you married him.