spare a glass of wine?
i had intended to make css my bitch today, but it appears it's going to be the other way 'round.
Oh my. That can't be good. *pours you a big glass*
Any chance of getting it to call you Mistress before the night is through?
i've opted for allowing tables that honor. css can go fuck itself.
Serves it right. It was never good enough for you anyway. Plus, last year at the Homecoming dance I saw CSS making out with Java behind the gym. You don't want any part of that, trust me.
*gasp* with java? that whore!
they deserve each other.
Exactly. Nothing but two-bit hussies, the both of them.
*clinks glasses with you*
Now have some wine and take a studded paddle to those tables. Show 'em who's boss.
i did \o/ oh, it is pretty. i think. in a clean and simple way.
am going to make a bold move and leave the apartment now. woo.
Yes... actually. Huh. YAY!
*does a little dance*
Oh Molly, only a mom could make that work over the internet.
You're kidding me, right?
No seriously. I don't know if they'd stopped before I read your reply but when you asked if they were gone I was like "Huh.. yeah they are. Cool." Probably it was just all you lovelies being entertaining and taking my mind off of it.
Molly. I have the whole place to myself. Would it be a waste of an evening if I took my book and curled up in bed right now?
Honey, I think it would be a waste if you didn't.
*goes to warm up the sheets* Come on back when you're ready.
Lovely plan. *grabs book*
Oh, and that thing you said in your post, about how 30 minutes isn't too long to take for yourself when the whole day belongs to everone else? That was absolutely gorgeous. I wrote it really big on a piece of stationery and taped it to my mirror. Thanks. It's going to get my butt into the gym before faire tomorrow and having the gym under my belt is going to keep me from eating my weight in Ye Olde Chocolate Chip Cookies. :)
Now I say we pull the covers up to our chins and stare at Thuri's icon until we fall asleep.
Did I tell you that he preempted one of my Christmas presents to get it for me? We'd been talking about spiritual books and I'd recommended Chris Moore's Lamb (and go read it if you haven't) because it's a wonderful, sweet, funny book that's actually a thoughtful look at comparitive religion and the basic tenants of being a good person. My father recommended Left Behind.
I agreed to read his if he would read mine and he agreed saying we'd swap at dinner some time. AND THEN HE GAVE IT TO ME FOR CHRISTMAS! Dude. I was SUPPOSED to get a gift card to Borders but OH NO.
Months later he was like "So, did you read it?" And I just said "Not yet" because I couldn't bring myself to say "Never, but it makes a lovely doorstop."
*licks your cleavage*
Icon... nngh. *whistles* Nice...
holy fuck boobies. *grabby hands*
*climbs in ur lap*
ew, Left Behind. that clutters up my mother's floor *shudder*
who you calling a hor, hor???
I'm logged on briefly at Richard's ... very nice Italian food for dinner, plus leftovers enough that I get to have chicken scallopini marsala for breakfast. Mmmm.
J says, if you are still willing to pick me up at the airport, he will give it a miss so that you and I can get our bonding in without him feeling all left out, because he's gotten to see more of me recently and you haven't. So if you're up for it my plane gets in Tuesday at 7 pm.
Absolutely up for that. Email me your flight number and we'll go from there. Because I miss you. And Matt and I are spending Monday night at the Bass Pro Shop at Arundel Mills so I'm going to need some estrogen. ;)
Say hi to Boston for me.
Urg, did you say you had to spend an entire evening inside a bait shop? I think I saw that on an episode of Fear Factor or something. Run!