Flyby!

[mad_andy]

Ultra quick update:

Ryanair suck. I didn't get home until three this morning. Delayed, delayed, delayed.

People who take small children on planes suck. (Especially small children who stand near me chanting two words over and again in some kind of obsessive compulsive brain fart.)

If your cat should catch a baby rabbit straight out of the stop, LET IT FINISH THE JOB. By 'rescuing' it you are subjecting the rabbit (and those unfortunate enough to try and save the wretched thing) to a lot of stress.

Ten hour shifts suck.

Ten hour shifts two days running suck.

Husbands who go away for ten days on business trips are pretty cool. (YAYNOSLAY!) (From Sunday, huzzah!)

Dirk's knee brace is Teh Hawt. Thank you rdyfrde for feeding the addiction!

And now I should do some work.

Comments

[rdyfrde.livejournal.com]

Dirk's knee brace is Teh Hawt. Thank you rdyfrde for feeding the addiction!

I still can't figure it out but I'm glad it makes you happy ;)

[bella-cheval.livejournal.com]

Hey! You be back!! Sorry to hear you've on those shifts from hell, though. Here, have some organic chocolate with caramel inside and tea.

[smooshhug]

[mayqueen517.livejournal.com]

The knee brace is sexy...cause it's just sexy. *grins*

Maybe it's the thought that he'll need help and that provides so many opportunities for so many things.

*eyes bunny*

Shit.

[silentinflames.livejournal.com]

small children who stand near me chanting two words over and again in some kind of obsessive compulsive brain fart

There you have a slight idea about The Brats Next Door. Only, they don't chant words, it's an inarticulate brawling rather. In a tiled foyer with excellent acustics. Go figure.

[kraftpistole.livejournal.com]

First: Welcome home. :)

If your cat should catch a baby rabbit straight out of the stop, LET IT FINISH THE JOB. By 'rescuing' it you are subjecting the rabbit (and those unfortunate enough to try and save the wretched thing) to a lot of stress.

I saw a car hit a bird once. I guess the bird had a damaged wing, 'cause it was just sort of flopping about the road. [sigh] I saw it in the middle of the road, and the car that hit it without even attempting to swerve [and it had plenty of road to do so]. I felt so badly that--in total disreguard of proper hygene, I know--I parked, picked up the now dying bird and carried it over to a nearby tree. Laid it down, drove off. Mm. It's stupid, I guess... but I knew nothing could save it and I didn't want any cars flattening its corpse. I prefered that ants eat it. Which was hard to stomach, but better than the bird becoming a pile of putrid feathers for weeks on end [the bastards who clean roads don't pick up roadkill; it rots to the point of looking like a pile of dried leather and scattered bones].

It gets to me. And I'm in a kinda shitty emotional mood right now [PMS and alla that crap], so I guess that's why this is working so much on me, but, yeah.

Anyway.

Huzzah for no Slay.