glad the dear doggie was found safe and sound.
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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.
That is good news, peace of mind, for the person who could have lost a beloved dog.
I'm another one whose thumpy heart is causing anxiety. I know it's not dangerous in itself (apparently it's just a weird thing related to my EDS), but it sets me off with feelings of dread etc just because the physical --> emotional. No fun. Everyone else with anxiety or the jitters for similar reasons, I hope you feel better soon!
bonny, that's great, that the dog was found. I can't imagine anyone stealing someone's dog, though - awful.
So, we binge-watched the last season of Spartacus this week. Really liked it. Last night I had a delicious sexytimes dream. Was it about one of the amazingly fit and gorgeous Spartacus cast? Of course not. It was about John Slattery. How my mind works, I don't know.
love it. LOVE it.
The last season of Spartacus was so good. Really, most of it was quite good.
wow! really quiet in here. Nearly 20 hours and no post?
I'm not sure if I am catching something, or woken the sinus beast. I seem to have a large ick in my sinuses that I can feel, but can't get at. Doc said try Claritan, which I've been doing for a couple years. It's helped, but it's still there. This weekend, I got some decongestant, and have been trying that instead. And I can feel a difference. But now I'm not sure if I am at stage 1 of a cold? Or just the decongestant doing it's thing. Ugg.
And I have to go to work. Blargh.
Omnis, have you tried Claritan D? That includes the decongestant.
So, Hubby and I were talking about less than optimum results last night. His oncologist asked him where he expected all this to end. Him: "With me thanking all of you profusely and walking out of here to my life." Her: "And if this doesn't end up that way?" He says he shrugged and said, "Then I go out like my mother told me I came into the world, kicking and screaming and covered in someone else's blood." Apparently the oncologist smiled at that.
So he's actually OK either way, he says. He's more worried about me. He did say, "I've been thinking how to get a small knife encorporated into my wedding ring." A Viking only gets to Valhalla if he dies with a weapon in his hand. I told him, "Your weapon is your will. You're never disarmed." I think the last time he grinned like that was when we were on a battlefield together.
I told him, "Your weapon is your will. You're never disarmed."
I'm crying now.