I've been surprised that I can still carry on a conversation without shouting when driving on the highway in my Lincoln convertible. Of course, it gets such bad gas mileage that I tend to stick to 65 or 70 mph while on the highway.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[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.
Hmm. My shoulder is hurting less, but my back is hurting a whole lot more.
Burrell, given I have nothing to do during the day once I've done the job apps, I mightn't last until the weekend. But now I'm tempted to wait.
I certainly hope you feel better before the weekend. I'll send an e or call when I have firmed up my plans.
Dental work today. I think the Dentist overnumbed it. Filling in the lower right. Top of my head, entire chin and lower lip still numb.
I love my convertible-- of course, given that I waited over twenty years to get one... it's a bit of a love affair. But the thing I love best about it is that it's a hard-top convertible.
AIMS!! I love your Vicodin-stoned ass, and am full of YAY!! that you're back!
Glad to hear you are home and resting up, Aimee.
Welcome back Aims. May recovery go quickly.
Woot! on the Empress's return!
I had a bath and feel remotely human. I need to stop hunching my shoulders, though. I'm giving myself headaches.