amych, yep. And the purple isn't blood, I asked. It's from the bilirubin in the bladder. The green part was the part stuck in the bottleneck, which got softer layers of bili glop rubbed off, probably during the attack. He said rubbing it with gauze, it all woulda looked like the green. And probably until the attack, it all was eggplanty and free floating.
Does make me wonder about how I always got a stitch over there when I'd get a stitch. But I still do now, but not clear if that's the surgery or just more of the same. Little more intense.
Yes.
How the fuck that left me alone until now, I don't know.
Screw that noise, Scrappy
And sarameg? Respect. And also yipes!
Christmas surprise takes on a whole new meaning in my family. And we've got a Xmas eve baby.
sarameg, that is impressive! You made a stone egg!
Scrappy, what an asshole. May his bare foot always find the dropped Legos. You deserve better than that bullying crap.
I have plans and currently no time to implement them.
I just made cookie dough and am now moving back to writing Christmas cards so I can at least send them out before Christmas
I'm rewatching early Bones episodes, and it's amazing how often actors and scripts get recycled between detective shows. Heck, Charlie's Angels recycled old Mod Squad scripts.
edit: And the "a murderer recreates the crimes in the writer's books" trope is so overdone.
Without further ado, my egg sized stone [link]
Dayum! Now I know what pain looks like when physically manifested.
