looking at Zenkitty.
Oz ,'Beneath You'
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.
blinking at Windsparrow
I just got an email from someone I haven't met. According to her email sig, she's working here; she's just new and we haven't met yet. She's asking how to get access to the software I'm in charge of, completely legit thing to inquire about. For some reason my brain is having the most Regency reaction, "She emailed me directly when we haven't been introduced! How uncouth!"
If you have a meeting, will you need a chaperone?
Of course! Think of my reputation! I am an unmarried woman!
She could have dropped off a calling card at least.
I want to get old-fashioned calling cards. With a floral border and just my name in a genteel script and my public email.
Calling cards are how nice people know you want them to join you and take tea of an afternoon.
It's not pushy like a business card.
Zen, check out Victorian Trading Company.
I just woke up from a very disturbing anxiety dream about Harvey. IRL he has an appointment with the vet on Monday morning to talk about better pain control and about how his CRF is progressing. I won't go into details about the dream. But as I wake up, I am reframing the message of as "it is not time to give up".
Still disturbing, though.