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.
I'm glad things went better than expected, Connie. Much ~ma for the road ahead.
Leifur still has his sack, although he was neutered years ago. He seems fairly indifferent to the whole thing. In dogs, I remember reading about ball prostheses that vets could put in the sack after ball removal, to keep things looking, um, robust. I always figured that was more for owners who wanted the image of a bad-ass, macho dog without having to deal with them taking off after every bitch in heat in the county.
This is making me laugh. I always know which dogs are fixed because dignified, self-contained Darby loves her some uh, intact boys. That's who she is always crazy to play with.
I really doubt the ball sack or no question matter to the animals though.
Someone that I know for about 3 months and worked with for a bit asked me to write a reference letter. I said OK, and sent her a few lines.
I got back an email starting with "cute" nicknaming me (in a way that only my parents call me) and asking me to write it more "sentimental".
I could deal with the inappropriate nicknaming, or the asking to write something less "professional". Not both, missy. Not both. Especially not if we knew each other for less than three months.
(I gave up on using a flamethrower, just wrote back pretty much saying "no". But srsly. That nickname. Why.)
Shir, it drives me nuts when people call me "Stephie". BONKERS. One of my aunts persists in calling me that, and I tolerate it, though I don't like it. Everyone else knows to not call me that. But then you get the random new person, who, when introduced to me as "Steph" -- ONE syllable, easy-peasy -- calls me "Stephie". It doesn't end well.
I also don't understand when I introduce myself as "Steph" -- ONE syllable -- and the person immediately replies with "Stephanie"? And all I can think is, REALLY? I said a one-syllable name and you replied back with the long version? No one ever does that to Tim. He introduces himself as "Tim", and no one says "Timothy"?
I am perhaps a bit sensitive on this. And possibly a wee bit over-caffeinated.
I got back an email starting with "cute" nicknaming me (in a way that only my parents call me) and asking me to write it more "sentimental".
Uh, wut. You're doing her a favor and she comes back and asks you to do it differently? No.
Bonny, if I had the funds I'd send your neighbor a rose plant. Weekly.
Bless you aurelia.
I wonder if it would make her happy, or a twitchy mass in the corner. I'm going to guess the latter.
At this point, I'm just hoping it's over and that she turns her _difficulties_ elsewhere.
The problem is that I will see her regularly...being neighbors and all. I need to rehearse what I will say to her if she speaks to me.
Connie, tons of ~ma to you and hubby. So glad things are going better with his daughter.
And I am notoriously squeamish about durable medical devices that breach the skin.
I've been there, and agree with you 100%. If I may suggest (and please understand, I deal with bad/stress/crap things with humor, sometimes dark, so please don't be offended). If you two are sci-fi type fans, especially Star Trek Next Generataion fans, maybe joke with hubby, and come up with a Borg name. Give him a set of glasses with a red laser on it, or something. When he goes in for treatment, and is connected via the device, joke that he's tapping into the hive.
It's been my experience with medical crap, that if you can joke about it, it makes it less scarey/painful. Y'all might be different. Hopefully, I'm not overstepping here.
Oh steph, that's exactly that kind of nickname. As in, as exact grammatically-slangish one-syllable nickname can get in the Hebrew version of it.
Thanks to you and Nora, I'm reassured about my initial ragey reaction.
I need to finish some paperwork for a work application, due tomorrow (I'm looking for a job in Jerusalem). Government paperwork is no fun and needs to stop and I'm already tired of it.
Connie, all kinds of good thoughts and well wishes headed your way. This is a stressful time. We are here for whatever you need.
