shuffles in, grabs cupcake and smushes all over face
Yawn, g’mawnin’ all… sleepy… where’s mah cawfee?
shuffles out
Helloooooooooo, neighbor! 
I don’t even know where Bobbio lives! Why doesn’t everyone just move here, including him? I can kick all my other roommates out and we can all split the 5 bedrooms. Bobbio and swampy can share my room, of course. 
Bobbio, that lady was functioning after having her femur break? I may have endured some pain in my life, but I’ve never had a broken bone yet (knock on wood). I just imagine it’d be terrible, judging from all the prescriptions for narcotic prescriptions we fill for them.
I’m hungry now, and need to eat breakfast. 11:30 is still breakfast because I haven’t eaten yet. Shut up!
Also, I started on trazadone for sleeping last night, because my antibiotic interacts with my regular one. Now, I know I had crazy dreams when I was on Chantix last time, and since I’m only a half a week into it, I don’t know which one is causing it, but I love it. I’d take Chantix as a recreational drug just for the crazy fun dreams. Last night I was a notebook trying to talk a friend out of suicide, and there was something to do with insulin there even though he’s not diabetic; I was (I think) Harry Potter going on some strange adventure in Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione while McGonagall tried to foil me, but I was sure I was saving the world; and teamed up with the DEA to bust a friend for smoking pot in his front yard by setting up hidden cameras in his front yard (they were hidden in guitars and fake sunflowers, and for some reason he wasn’t living in his regular house, rather in my grandmother’s old house.
See? It’s so much fun!
I still have the Plague, have a dr. appointment in half an hour.
That is all.
A couple of nights ago, I was off somehere killing giant tarantulas with Buffy, and halfway through Oz turned into an Ood.
To much Doctor Who/Buffy.
We’re back, kidlet’s asleep, I didn’t buy anything wholly unnecessary. Just hummus and naan. Yes, yes, I can make perfectly good hummus, but then I have to wash the food processor, which feels like too much work right now.
I can make naan, too. After I clean the oven.
I think we’ll walk to work after Nat wakes up. My copy of Kushiel’s Mercy. Shaddup. It’s like crack has come in early, so I’m going to read terrible mindless fiction tonight while Mr. Lissar’s off at the dojo.
Oh, yeah. I got Jamaican patties, too. Quick lunch/breakfast/snack.
I motored right past the cheesecake and ice cream. Y’all should be proud of me.
Good morning everyone. I just basically skimmed, so congrats, hugs, etc to those in need.
I’s TAHRED. I stayed home today because I was so damn tired. I can’t even keep my damn eyes open.
We’re going to a Scholarship Tea for my daughter today. I don’t know how big the scholarship will be, but we’ll take anything we can get.
Frankly, there isn’t a hell of a lot else going on here. Just everday life.
I think I’m going to take a shower. Maybe that’ll wake me up.
I passed out when I broke my little finger. No narcotics prescriptions, though, just sleep and Tylenol.
Someday I need to tell the story of why I will not have a medical emergency in Armpit County. I know people who drive to the next big town over to go to the hospital because this one sucks.
Actually, I didn’t even notice him hanging around back there. He used to like to perch on people’s heads. That way he was taller than you and could be Dominant.
There was a Gretel once, back in Hansel’s former life as the male half of a breeding pair. She bit the tip of his tail off because he kept wanting to breed when she wasn’t in the mood. After Gretel died, the breeder switched to bearded dragons and lo, Ex-Fiance and I ended up with a Hansel. That was four years ago. He should have been dead three years ago, but he’s hung around until he was two months shy of eight. That’s like a human living to 130. It’s possible but very, very rare.
He was barely alive this morning. I expect a buryin’ this afternoon, though.
LiLi:
Lemme know if they finally catch Melisande. I’m tired of Ysandre whining about “the greatest living traitor to Terre D’ange” and bla-bla-bla, just let them get married and shut up.
I just read Kushiel’s Mercy yesterday. Imriel is such a whining, emo brat. Phedre’s escapades were a hell of a lot more fun.
Spaz:
They don’t catch Melisande, but they probably will in the next book. In the excerpt from the next book, Ysandre charges Imriel to bring his mother to justice in exchange for something else (I dunno how much you want spoiled here).
Hey, TagFree, we missed you!
:: blows get-well kisses for kai ::
Lili I find I get in moods where I can’t read them. These moods last… a long time. (It took me ages to get through the last two of Phedre’s books, now I love them but at first I didn’t…). I’ve only read the first third of Kushiel’s Justice since I got it, and Mercy is on its way to me right now (should be here today, maybe tomorrow).
Darn, I should finish it.
Haze Just reading the blurb on Amazon spoils that…
No way! I love Imriel, he’s sexy and I loved Kushiel’s Chosen.
Phedre did have a bit more fun though, what with the who spy aspect and all. Amazon says this comes out next week, right? Damn your early copy!
I bought this off eBay for five dollars (sweet deal, considering it was Banana Republic) but having tried it on, I’m a bit perplexed. It was advertised as a dress, but it’s an odd length, it feels like. Do you think it’s actually supposed to be a top or something? I’m a bit afraid to wear it outside - particularly since the skirt part is a bit flouncy and will reveal more than I want it to with any passing breeze (or if I turn too quickly).
Maybe I could wear shorts under it or something. (Or maybe I’m being too modest? Maybe it doesn’t look as exposing as it feels? Help me out here.)
ETA: Sorry, I meant Kushiel’s Justice. :smack: :smack: :smack: I haven’t read the latest one yet, obviously. Nothing to see here, move along.
I really don’t think that it’s supposed to be a top, it looks to long for that. You are able to pull that off though Haze!!! If your uncomfortable with it what about wearing those [del]god awful[/del] fad legging tight things under the dress?
Edit: Like these. I’ve seen them in many, many other colors.
Haze in the modelling world - that’s “long”. But if you’re unconfortable, I’d suggest tights, if it’s not too hot outside, or SHORT bike shorts (not the fugly things in the picture **McUne ** posted) IMHO, the shorts should not extend beyond the hem of the dress. And if you can get them in the same color, so much the better.
OR! (where’s the idea bulb smilie?) boy-cut bikini bottoms in that color.
Scarier still is Armpit Genital has the other helicopter ambulance we use for critical trauma patients.
I was informed that I have a kitteh to bury when I get home today, so I’ll commiserate with ya.
CBear, she was most certainly not functional. She wasn’t in too much pain if she didn’t move, and she could not move on her own because of the fracture and being elderly.
I’ve broken every toe on both feet except for the 2 bigguns, and the worst I did was 2 toes and a metetarsal at once from kicking an elbow in a Tae Kwon Do tournament. The pain was exquisite, and awful. I can’t imagine breaking something as big as the lower end of my femur.
I do know that if I was in her place, I’d move myself around with what I had left out of pure cussedness. Well, that and the fact that I’m 30 years younger and in respectable physical condition…
{{{{{hugs}}}}} to you both
:: hugs for Spaz and Bobbio ::
The boyshorts idea is interesting, rosie. Yeah, I’m not a huge fan of leggings. They make my calves look weird.
Hm. If I didn’t wear anything underneath, at least I wouldn’t have to worry about people seeing my undies. :dubious:
I don wanna sound like a cold SOB, but I’m not exactly broken up by this. The kitteh in question is one of the fosters, and he’s been fading for a few days now.
I’m always game for a hug or 10, however…
ETA: Haze, that frock is one that says “Take a stand!” I say you should go commando. :eek:
you really want to give the straight male and gay female mumpers a heart attack, don’t you?
eta
case in point
Is *Mercy * the 2nd or 3rd in the trilogy? Or is it a tetralogy? Anyway, I’m waiting for someone to tell me that Imriel eventually stops being a [del]whiny little bitch[/del], er, grows up, before I buy any more of the series.
I’ve been having chest pains for a couple of days, and yesterday decided that, ouch, that one really hurt, so I finally called for an appointment. Nothing gets Kaiser’s attention like “chest pain”. I went in to urgent care last night, had to go in for an EKG this morning, and will see my regular doctor tomorrow morning for a follow up. The doc thinks it’s an esophageal spasm, but she was concerned about the my rapid heartbeat, hence the EKG. This morning I thought, hmm, should I have mentioned that recently, my heart will start racing for no reason? I’ve written it down, so I don’t forget tomorrow.
While I was on the phone with Kaiser, I was informed that I need to come in for a pap smear immediately. 
I just saw my gyno 6 months ago, but I get to see her again in 3 weeks. No one’s sure why I need to go in, since I didn’t have any abnormal tests or anything, but it was the doctor’s request, so off I go.