Every so often I dream I'm back with my ex and I'm in a complete panic. Like, "Where is L? Where are my boys? Why the eff am I HERE with YOU?????" It's awful. I wish they'd go away forever. I mean, it's been 22 years!
Spike's Bitches 49: As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?
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 had a weird dream about one of my exes. I handled ending the relationship terribly and I have dreams where we either reconnect or meet up and he's mad.
I have no idea about Thanksgiving except I'm working 5pm to 1 am. I think my brother just wants him and hisGF and my nephew , which is fine. I want sweet potato pie and I'll either make it today or Thursday.
Bronchitis sucks. I do not like it. I also do not like that both wrists and elbows are hurting like hell, and I have no idea why.
And the cooking begins. Neither CJ or H (grandkid) have school today, so they will be making cranberry sauce and a pumpkin pie in a gingersnap crust.
The majority of the cooking will be done by Cory and Kelly. I bought the food and said I'd make the sauce and a pie. So I'm outsourcing those!
I have two frozen key lime pies in my freezer, from Faux-GrandSon's school fundraiser. Maybe I'll get them to last till the end of the year.
I still don't know why I'm doing thanksgiving. Dad is coming up next weekend because E has swim meet.
I had some bizarre dream about Malcolm Reynolds. He was awesome and badass and sexy. I don't care that I can't remember the rest of the dream.
Yum, Cap'n Tightpants.
I have NO plans for Thursday and I don't care. I might go see The Shape of Water by myself. I might do a little work, or look at insurance plans. I might do NOTHING.
Drive by bitching: it's Tuesday night and I still have no invitation from either in-town sibling, or anyone else to T-day.
Both sibs helped me move so it's not like we're on bad terms.
I have provisions for myself, but, come on!
Soooo Marti Noxon's new show...
Looks like I'm in episode one or two.
No lines, but it looks like it'll get me into the Union.
Feels extra special (and more than a little Buffista) that it's Marti's show where I get to take that leap.