Hands Lioness some cheese, kisses boobie all better…
[whine]
“Are you sore anywhere else?..are you sure?..Damn.”
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Wow. I’m so sorry to hear that, Ayesha. <rubbing my boobies in sympathy, forgetting about the large bruise growing on one from trying to avoid an elbow and in the sudden move, finding a sharp cornered wall> Ouch.
{{{{{{Ayesha}}}}}}
Swiddles, that’s too bad too. And shame on those people who didn’t come. I last attempted to throw myself a Bday party when I turned 16. Only one person out of 30 invited showed. He’s now my hubby. 
See what you missed out on, VB? 
< just kidding, my pal, my buddy. You know I love you bunches!>
Let’s see, to add to this Whine fest:
[Whine] Yesterday, at a restaurant, I accidentally swallowed a crown from one of my teeth. Lovely, now I have a gaping hole in my mouth <read: food trap> and will have to either fork out some $300 for a new one or wait until I… :eek: Guess I’m buying a new one. shudders
Mr Bear’s been gone a really, really long time now, and celibacy ain’t what it’s cracked up to be. In fact, it SUCKS. Well, so to speak. 
Ayesha, btw, the beautiful, handsome kitty I imported from VB’s does the same thing. It’s driving me nuts, but he’s such a sweet dear when he wants some loving. Sigh Guess I need to pack up most of my knick knacks. <don’t jump for joy too fast, honey!>
I’ve also somehow managed to break 5 finger nails in the last week, making my once pretty hands decidedly lopsided for the time being. pout Well, that’s all for the moment. I’m sure I’ll have more later in the day. [/Whine]
One more thing:
[WHINE] And at least you’ve got people [ivolunteering* to kiss your boob all better. No one here to help me with that, and no one asking either. 
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We now return you back to your regularly scheduled WhineFest…
Sorry about the boob thing. Ow. And I was feeling all sorry for myself because I burned my knuckle on the oven door.
One question, though. Why do you HAVE to put up with the webcam? Anybody tried to force one of those on me and their webcam would be doing a Katie Couric.
Hmmm. Maybe you could enlist the kitten to help you take out the webcam?
Oh, Ayesha, ouch. Are you putting some aloe on it?
*(in the spirit of cheering you up)*My husband once learned the hard way that you shouldn’t flip pancakes in the nude.
Swiddles, I prescribe a nice, soothing mug of tea. It might help and it couldn’t hurt, right?
purplebear, losing a crown is one of my nightmares. I have two. They hurt so much when they were going in; (the damned “quick-acting” anesthesia kept wearing off) I can’t imagine walking around with the nerve exposed. You’re going to a dentist soon, yes?
Now, for my whine:
Right now I am desperately missing my 11 year old daughter, who is away at camp for 3 days. She is with most of her classmates at an outdoor program in New Hampshire. I keep wondering if she is warm enough, if she had a good dinner, if she is homesick. This is worse than when she went away to summer camp for the first time this year. At least then we knew exactly to whom we were sending her. (The summer camp is family; she’s third generation.) This time I haven’t seen the place, I don’t know exactly what she’ll be doing, etc. Of course, the place is run by professionals, the school does it every year; rationally I know she is in good hands.
But…when the doorbell rang during dinner I immediately imagined it was the police coming to tell me my daughter had been seriously injured/killed on the ropes course (oh yeah, there’s a ropes course)…or the bus had been in an accident and they’d only just been rescued…I know. It’s silly. It’s just how my mind works.
Last night, between nerves and a surfeit of junk food during a long car ride home, she was sick to her stomach. Truthfully, it is much easier to hold my daughter’s hair while she vomits than to let her untie the apron strings.
Thank you. I feel a bit better.
I’ll be glad to volunteer to kiss your boobs better!
Then again, I could lower my expectations.