Mine wasn’t severe enough to require EMS, but it was profoundly embarassing. Got nauseated in the middle of the night, went to the bathroom, vomited so hard it triggered a bout of incontinence... and then while trying to recover from the vomiting, slipped on the puddle and fell. Only bruised my hip and my pride, but I…
I have somehow managed to be oblivious to this whole mess, but I hope shortpale will eventually feel well enough to come back— and even if she doesn’t, I wish her all good things.
Whiny titty baby, or WHINIEST titty baby?
They don’t come worse than this sugar-syrup coated vomit:
I think this song’s a refreshing bit of Christmas nonsense:
We went to two different stores’ “be one of the first X in line and get a freebie” events, and we would’ve skipped those if they were too out of hand. No, they were very civil and I now have some random art supplies. The real priority thing was picking up a print I had framed a couple weeks ago for my husband’s…
My mom came up visiting this week– the first time she’s been able to since Dad’s death (the last year Dad was alive he needed too much care for them to visit). It was a little hectic, as Mom is a woman who has always liked to keep busy, but hey we now have a cleaner house and a fuller fridge. And I’m glad to see…
Oddly enough, after hearing that Christie didn’t think Albert Finney’s mustache was big enough, I could easily see her thinking Branagh’s might be the right size— before wondering about the lack of hair-dye.
There was a pretty good TV miniseries in 2015. It might still be viewable on Vimeo.
The recent Hollywood purge of harassers has me wondering if new people will actually bring in new ideas.
(you can blame my husband if you like)
I think the grey weather and early sunsets are just making me want to curl up and hibernate. Oh, and it’s been more trouble getting the tires replaced on my car than I intended (nothing disastrous, just little pesky stuff). Hopefully I won’t be too pathetic when my mom comes visiting.
I haven’t cooked a Thanksgiving meal in a while. This year it’s just me, my husband, and my mom (first Thanksgiving without Dad). I mean, I can tell you what I used to make, and you’ll probably think it’s cuckoo-nutso...
I have nothing to say but “sorry”. I can’t even imagine how hellish this is for you two.
Supposedly he really isn’t, because he had a brother die of alcholism-related issues.
That said, I wouldn’t be surprised if he developed an epic coke habit in the ‘80s and still does rails every so often.
I thought more and more fake shark fin was used these days? Anyway, I’m honestly surprised he even tried it.
We couldn’t possibly be lucky enough for him to insist on trying fugu.