Connie, you and your Viking are constantly in my thoughts.
Trudy, sorry about your awful day.
TCG appears to be getting sick. I cannot afford to catch this, it will mess with my carefully scheduled month of doctor's appointments.
You're wrong about River. River's not on the ship. They didn't want her here, but she couldn't make herself leave. So she melted... Melted away. They didn't know she could do that, but she did.
River ,'Objects In Space'
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.
sj - Jan 28, 2014 12:51:23 pm PST #8623 of 30002
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Connie Neil - Jan 28, 2014 3:52:05 pm PST #8624 of 30002
brillig
Guess what showed up in our mailbox today? A letter from a local funeral home gently inquiring if we've made any final plans. Also, a brochure for live-in care. Gee, I wonder how they got our address? Also in the mailbox, a request from the cancer center wanting to know *every* surgery, medical procedure, drug, IV, incident, doctor, etc. that Hubby's ever had. By Friday. Not buggering likely! Oh, and they'd like this info for parents, siblings, children, and grand-children. No! Especially when it's obvious that someone in one of these organizations is selling patient names.
Hubby is planning on having a good rant tomorrow.
Burrell - Jan 28, 2014 3:57:07 pm PST #8625 of 30002
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
WTF Connie? I'd be livid.
Laura - Jan 28, 2014 4:33:24 pm PST #8626 of 30002
Our wings are not tired.
I am speechless, Connie. I can't even.
SuziQ - Jan 28, 2014 4:45:34 pm PST #8627 of 30002
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
So many levels of wrong.
Connie Neil - Jan 28, 2014 5:39:06 pm PST #8628 of 30002
brillig
Hubby's filling out the medical/personal history form for the cancer center. He's had to call his sister to get info. He's just reached the section asking about how many sexual partners he's had. His answer "It was the 70s."
"Do I engage in extreme sports?"
"You play games where you encourage people to try to hit you in the head. That's a yes."
WindSparrow - Jan 28, 2014 7:26:04 pm PST #8629 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Hairpats and hugs for them as wants 'em.
Exasperated WTFs for the cancer center.
billytea - Jan 29, 2014 3:27:18 am PST #8630 of 30002
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
That's outrageous, Connie.
Meanwhile, on a different note: the day has arrived! Behold my diminutive scholar: [link] [link]
Today his studious attentions were directed towards sandpits and Humpty Dumpty collages. Progress report: on pick-up he advised me that when an egg breaks, it can't be restored at all. Further interrogation revealed this to be the case even should one resort to:
1. Glue;
2. Sticky tape;
3. Smooshing the pieces back together
really hard.
Education truly is the silver bullet.
WindSparrow - Jan 29, 2014 3:39:30 am PST #8631 of 30002
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
That's some pretty useful information he's learned there, bt. And Ryan looks so handsome and happy in his uniform.
DavidS - Jan 29, 2014 5:01:24 am PST #8632 of 30002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Behold my diminutive scholar:
Adorable! He looks like he's going to Postal Academy.