Hubby losing his hair has introduced me to a whole new crop of scars. The one in his eyebrow? Rifle blowing up (also the cause of the scars on his chin and cheekbone). The one at the top of his forehead? Saber (he got the other guy in the neck. Hey, they were wearing goggles! And all the teacher said was "This isn't Heidelberg!"). The ones on the sides and back? Fire helmet that got melted to his head.
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 was good until the helmet melting to the head one. OUCH! Yikes, this whole chemo thing must be like child's play to the man. Except for the whole not choosing it part!
Sitting at mechanic waiting for car. Bored. Have run out of internet. I brought a book but no reading glasses. Dum.
Connie, your hubby is an amazing person.
Laura, I like the blue one best, myself. So much that I want one!
You'll get to see me model them, Zen! I really do love the blue one. I have to see how it looks on someone not size 0 though.
Pretty, Laura!
I'm feeling absolutely stir crazy, and I'm starving for the falafel I was planning on having at my lunch out.
I'm starting to think Connie's hubby is the model for Dos Equis "most interesting man of the world" ad campaign.
ION, today is Prospective Students Day. We are interviewing THREE for the MFA sound program. That's my afternoon. Hopefully, they aren't too shy, and are a little chatty, so we can get to know them. All in all, should make for an easy afternoon.
I like the blue one too, Laura.
I'm starting to think Connie's hubby is the model for Dos Equis "most interesting man of the world" ad campaign.
Heck, I haven't even mentioned the surfing and snorkling in Hawaii and crewing the tall ship from San Diego to Thailand. Tall blond American teenager with a pass to free military transport in the 70s, the world was his oyster. Also, he was told at age 14 that his degenerative joint disorder would likely kill him by 30, so his folks figured he ought to have as full a life as he could before then.