Jazz vocalist...Molly Ringwald?!
Her dad is a jazz musician. She grew up with it.
David, you would love her hair now. Short, short pixie...blond.
Yeah!
'Just Rewards (2)'
[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.
Jazz vocalist...Molly Ringwald?!
Her dad is a jazz musician. She grew up with it.
David, you would love her hair now. Short, short pixie...blond.
Yeah!
Her dad is a jazz musician. She grew up with it.
She mentioned that a lot.
My friend said the tickets were $45, which everyone concurred went to her band. Her drummer worked with Sammie Davis Jr. and Tony Bennett. He wasawesome.
My refrigerator isn't cooling, and I suspect everything that's not pickles is ruined.
I spent the last three weeks having my lymphedema treated, which consisted of two hours of treatment, more than an hour of driving, and having my arm wrapped up like a mummy. Today I graduated to compression garments (yay!). Then I started to make dinner and realized things weren't cold. I hadn't really gotten anything out of the refrigerator since yesterday, and when I went to make dinner, I realized things were not right.
I am not happy.
Oh Ginger, that's not happy, on either front. I hope the garments can alleviate some of the lymphedema.
Oh, Ginger, that fucking sucks.
I had let it go while dealing with all the stuff related to the metastasis. It's not easy to keep up with compression garments and the other self treatment involved with four broken ribs. Now that I'm better from that, I figured I'd better tackle the arm. It's just so wearing. And annoying. Cancer: the gift that keeps on giving.
Now I get to see if I can sleep in a new night garment that has a bunch of velcro, covers my hand and doesn't let my elbow bend. I expect I'll whack myself in the head with it in my sleep.
I expect I'll whack myself in the head with it in my sleep.
Wear a motorcycle helmet to bed.
Ginger, I hope that there is some peace in your sleep tonight. And I am thinking aspersions at the gremlins who clearly sabotaged your fridge.
I think I need a motorcycle helmet that covers my whole life.
I hope that restful renewing sleep happened without injury, Ginger! Yeah, the fridge issues are not well timed. When this happens to me I am generally appalled at how old some of the content is and how many items I don't even recognize.
Mmmmm, Jazzy! I love jazz so am very jealous.
Hil, I am so in your camp when it comes to yelling. The yelling types don't get how much it disturbs me. I've taken to warning them up front that it has the opposite of the desired result with me. I have a few yelling customers and I have told them straight up that I am there for them to solve their issues, but they are not allowed to yell at me or my staff. Period. The response has been pretty good. As in they get all sheepish and apologetic because they know it is unacceptable behavior.