Oh, that's scary, Hil! Hope it's not the swine flu.
My brother is out of surgery. There was a lot more damage then they thought, but they were able to repair it all. So, all is well! YAY!
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh, that's scary, Hil! Hope it's not the swine flu.
My brother is out of surgery. There was a lot more damage then they thought, but they were able to repair it all. So, all is well! YAY!
I am sorry for your loss, Hil, and also hope you are swine flu-less.
Congrats to the Teas of all shapes and sizes! Little Ryan has the best birthday of all.
Sunil! Random Buffista dream last night. Someone in DH's family had passed away and P-C naturally decided to fly to Fort Lauderdale to pay his respects. He declined to stay with us because we had so much family to deal with and booked a room at Dave's Motel on the beach. Dave's was a basic beach dive and this biker dude showed us the room and explained that although it didn't have a lock no one had ever had a problem. Ok, P-C leaves his stuff and we walk down the beach. It is apparently Spring Break and there is a mob of scantily clad college types all over the beach. Unlike a typical city sky I am trying to show P-C that there is a meteor shower going on and the sky is filled with stars like a mountain sky, with dozens of streaking meteors. P-C only sees a handful of random bright stars. Also, a chick at one of the tiki bars insists on demonstrating her skin care products using P-C as an example. He was cool with that. And then I awoke.
Ha! Nice!
Yay for babytea!!
Happy birthday, Gris!
{{{Hil}}}
Surgery~ma for vw's brother.
Oral surgery and anti-freak-out~ma for Owen.
Happy B-day, Gris!
Happy birthday, Gris!
Stephen Fry's letter to his sixteen year old self
I hope you are well. I know you are not. As it happens you wrote in 1973 a letter to your future self and it is high time that your future self had the decency to write back.cont.
Stephen Fry's letter to his sixteen year old self
Fascinating, complex and awesome.
Like the bloke himself, in fact.
that letter was bad for my allergies but good for my soul.
iphone music is not doing a good job at purging the songs from the show OUT of my brain. It's only a temporary thing. Aaargh. This is what happens when you hear the same tunes 25+ times in 2 weeks. Pencil won't fit in ear to push tunes out!
I'm earwormed with the theme song from Laverne and Shirley. You can have that one instead if you want, omnis.