Good thoughts coming your way and your husband'd Connie.
'Just Rewards (2)'
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.
"Enforcement will be educational, and all students, faculty, staff and visitors are expected to abide by current policies."
It means that they won't have the authority to issue fines or whatever. They will just ask nicely and possibly nag.
Much ~ma for you and the DH, Connie.
Just in case it wasn't on anyone's radar, I feel the need to share this. Because everyone should listen to Patrick Stewart moo. Because Patrick Stewart. Moos.
Good strong fear-smiting vibes to you and your DH, Connie.
Emeline has another day off of school tomorrow. It's way too cold for her to go and I get it, but dammit! What's the point of being unemployed and graduated if I can't have the damn house to myself????
t total first/frost world issues
Aims, I hope the weather cooperates, and you get your day to yourself soon. You have most certainly earned it.
Well, that kitchen disaster will teach me not to try to cook exhausted and in pain. I wasn't even making anything difficult.
Just in case it wasn't on anyone's radar, I feel the need to share this. Because everyone should listen to Patrick Stewart moo. Because Patrick Stewart. Moos.
The audio on this is hilarious!! A must listen.
Because everyone should listen to Patrick Stewart moo. Because Patrick Stewart. Moos.
I love that he's taking this question totally seriously.
I love this. In the Chronicles of Humankind, in the times to come, we will speak of the Frost World and its hardships... "in the snow, uphill, both ways..."
Many good thoughts, Connie, to both of you.
Bone marrow draw and echo cardiogram out of the way. Both went flawlessly. Echo looked good, bone marrow is going to multiple labs for evaluation. Thursday he goes up to the cancer center to find out the game plan. I can't go with him because of supervisors getting that pinched look when contemplating multiple unplanned days off in a week. I'm going to need supervisory indulgence in the future, so I'll wait for times when Hubby feels physically like crap.
Neat new medical technology! The nurse pulled out a nifty whiz bang gadget that showed the blood vessels under Hubby's skin to decide wehre to put the IV. So very, very cool, and long awaited. One poke, and it was in, no hunting, probing, saying "No, that one's not going to work, let's try over there." The worse part of the ordeal is now much minimized. The nurse was highly amused by his and my fascination with the toy. And we amused the echo cardio tech by peering with interest at the screen. Hey, hearts in motion! "It's Cthulhu!" "No, Darth Vader." "Mr. Potato Head!" "OK, I can see that."