ltc loves the butternut squash ravioli from Trader Joe's. And the real parmigiano reggiano.
Can't fight the tasty.
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ltc loves the butternut squash ravioli from Trader Joe's. And the real parmigiano reggiano.
Can't fight the tasty.
Timelies.
Haven't been around enough. but can't sleep and need to sleep so I took additional meds, waiting for them to work.
had a sudden attack of the lonleys and why-am-I-here's.
Holiday weekend spent alone. no invitations from family who live in town. I'm treated like a live-far-away and only can see twice-a-year relative. seeing the pictures of family having fun that I'm never invited to just hits like a gut-punch sometimes.
sorry for the pity-party. just needed to say it out loud, at least write it out.
That would bug me, too, quester.
Geez, quester, that's not a pity party. That's rotten of them to do that.
Such relatives as these are unfathomably cruel.
I know they are there if I'm "in need". my brother and sister came to the emergency room when I was hospitalized a couple of years ago, but then there was no follow up once I was out.
I just don't get what it is about me that they don't want around.
Oh, precious quester, I'm sorry your siblings do value you the way they should.
I'd say the damage is theirs, Quester.
Quester, that is sucky and totally not your fault.
Hi, Trudy!
A half hour ago I looked at the clock convinced it was 11:30 and it was only 10:30. TCG's first day back at work after a long weekend is always such a long day.
I don't know what to say, except that I am with Quester in the Family Ignoring You boat.
In my case religion is a big reason. I am a Bad Influence even when I stay home keeping off Facebook with my mouth shut. They know I Might Say Something... Might hurt the children by being myself.
I've decided selfishness and narcissism drives their choices and it's never been about me.
I do get lonely, even though I've got used to my exclusion.