Host ,'Conviction (1)'
[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.
the money ducks are of the suck, Pix.
Continued ~ma to Connie and Hubby.
Suzi, ugh on your family drama. At least you have some backup?
Was thinking about Ginger today because our connection in Atlanta looked tenuous for a little while and I thought a great silver lining if we were stuck in Delta hell was if we could hang out. I was a little sad that it didn't happen, but I was more glad to be home after almost a week in Ohio.
"The money ducks are of the suck" is my new favorite phrase.
Suzi, family drama...is just awful. Draining on so many levels. I'm so sorry.
Anybody else stuck with a mental image of a row of large dicks?
No?
Just me then?
I can't wish anyone airport hell, but a Nora would have been lovely.
I knew a guy who talked about getting all his ducks in a heap, and I have come to think of a heap as my default measure of duck organization.
I normally have my monthly infusion for my bones on the first Wednesday of the month, but when I left for Christmas they hadn't set up the 2014 appointments yet. I get back to find they've scheduled it for tomorrow, so I had to do blood tests today. I also had to buy black-eyed peas and collards on the odd chance that my luck would have been even worse if I hadn't been eating them for New Year's all these years.
Vibing hard for your DH, Connie. Hope the chemo goes well.
Merit Badge of Dealing With Family Shit Like A Grown-Ass Adult.
Hey, where's my Merit Badge? I totes earned it, I swears I did.
Oh dear Ginger, way for them to ruin you NYE!
Drat! I knew I did something wrong. I made the soup from the ham bone two days early. And I made it with black beans and spinach. If my life falls to shit this year, it's totally from screwing up the Christmas ham bone soup.
It's just a little thing, but I'm not even unpacked, damn it.
Burrell, you've earned the Merit Badge of Dealing with Family Shit with the oakleaf cluster.
I just realized NYE is tomorrow. I mean, I knew it was Tuesday, but with being sick and not working regular hours, I kinda forgot tomorrow is Tuesday.
My big plans are chaparoning CJ and a few of his buddies having a game night. Woooooo-hoooooo. I'll be reading and watching movies in my room.
I want to make cookies, but part of me is worried about still being germy from being sick.
I have no plans to do anything special for NYE. As usual. I used to feel all lonesome, not going out or hanging with friends, and now I'm just glad I can go to bed as soon as the stupid ball falls down. Because I always watch it, anyway. I guess I'm old. Whatever.