Batman would like to give you a hug, Steph. A stern broody hug.
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 cannot post what I wanted to because of the less than symbol GOD DAMN.
I know I'm not Tim's responsibility and he is really busy at work, but I'm hurt that he couldn't be bothered to respond to a legit expression of extreme distress, not even with a stupid less than 3. I wasn't bummed that we were out of milk; I was hyperventilating and couldn't stop.
But whatever. At least I know not to bring my crap up with him now. Hey, it spares me the humiliation in front of my husband.
it's that you love us. we know. we love you more.
because you make awesome apple tarts and are sassy.
Teppy, he didn't respond this once--but you have a lifetime with him and I promise you that he can AND WILL WANT TO learn how to respond to your distress. Thisis not a referendum on your whole life. This is a HORRIBLE day, and it will pass as they all do.
I think it's better not to express it. I mean, I knew that. I just forgot.
Maybe today it is. But today isn't forever, it's just today.
No, I forgot that it's all fine as long as I'm not a problem. Whatever. I should have remembered.
Breathing technique thinger: [link]