Um, have (G-rated) fun with that, Jess.
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.
It's really not as much fun as it sounds.
It's really not as much fun as it sounds.
You should outsource this assignment to Cash.
Is it bedtime yet?
Thursday is halfway done.
Is it bedtime yet?
Yep!
Is it bedtime yet?
But I only woke up a little over 2 hours ago! Bedtime isn't for, like, 12 hours.
I have been up since 7, when the very cranky toddler decided it was time to get up despite the fact that she was still obviously exhausted. We ended up napping on the couch for a bit shortly after I posted. Now I'm waiting for TCG to get back from a meeting.
You know what I hate? Whenever I'm watching TV and I see a father and daughter at her wedding. I am reminded that was the one thing I was never able to give my dad and I hate it.
Well, I got some more medical test results back. Looks like my anemia is being caused by bleeding somewhere in my digestive system. Just need to figure out where, which means going to a gastroenterologist and having a bunch of really uncomfortable tests. (Current speculation is that it's in my stomach, and that it's because I take too much Advil. My body seems to be slowly eliminating every non-opioid painkiller available. And the state of Ohio screwed up its bureaucracy and medical marijuana won't be available in September like it was supposed to be.)