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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.
Aw, Happy birthday Em!
Happy birthday, Em!!
Happy birthday, Em!
Happy birthday, Em!
Happy birthday, Em!
Tonight's my last night at my parents'. We finished exchanging Chanukah presents. I got a decent bunch of stuff: two Doctor Who t-shirts, one Doctor Who DVD set (First Doctor), Blu-Rays of Earth: the Complete Series, the Stumptown graphic novel, a pocketbook, and a lasagna pan. Gave a Star Trek Blu-Ray set, a pair of earrings, and a thing for my sister yet to be determined.
I sometimes feel like maybe I expect too much out of family.
Joe's stepmom and I talked earlier in the week and made - what I thought were - plans for getting together tonight for Emeline's birthday. I get a FB message from Joe's dad this afternoon saying "Yeah. Today doesn't work for us. How about tomorrow or Monday."
And with my brother's call just now, he makes the first family member to call her today.
Shit comes up. I get it. I don't know what shit since my FiL and SMiL are planner types that plan things well in advance that they weren't aware of the other day WHEN *THEY* ASKED *ME* if we had plans for tonight, but whatever.
But to my way of thinking, YOU FUCKING CALL. At the very, very least. You fucking call.
Funny moment at work today. It's tech rehearsals. Which is long days of sitting in the theater, with bursts of activity, and loooong periods of waiting. My boss pops in to see how it's going. I offer to share one of my home baked choco chip cookies. I have 2 left. He asks, "are you sure, it looks like I'm taking your last one", and I'm all like "Go for it boss, have a cookie, I've been eating them all day". He takes the baggie, and says, "Oh! Well... Mind if I give the other one to [5 year old son]? He's over in my office". Um. Sure? Can't steal candy from a kid.... wait a second. Crap. now I'm out of cookies.
Time to break out the grapes.
I get a FB message from Joe's dad this afternoon saying "Yeah. Today doesn't work for us. How about tomorrow or Monday."
Tomorrow or Monday won't be Em's birthday. She's 9. She is unimpressed with grandparents who bail on "doesn't work for us."
I get a FB message from Joe's dad this afternoon saying "Yeah. Today doesn't work for us. How about tomorrow or Monday."
Listen, Em's grandparents. It's your granddaughter's birthday. Today. Pick up the phone and CALL.