Bev, I have been really craptastic about my email for the last month or so. Also, I confess that there is a CD in my outbox with a sticky-note on it that says "Bev!". It got buried under a bunch of stuff. I am not really sure what is on it.
I am reasonably sure it is not porn.
t contemplates sending T!C a check to cover babysitters and movie tickets
t ... decides that T!C's DH can put together his own frackin' dates, thank you very much.
Awright, Gus is paying my mortgage! Gus, I don't care what color your blood is, as long as your money is green.
I just wanted to come in here and celibrate my love of the 'Verse. Now I have a mortgage, and a sort of guilty feeling that I may not have met my promises.
Holy Smokes!
I am married.
The what now???
Which what? This one, or the other one?
Actually, coming from you, I think I'd be more surprised if you took on a mortgage than if you ran off and got married.
Oh!
Brenda knows me.
Yes, it is more likely that I would run off and get married than it is that I would sign a mortgage agreement.
I have not done either of these things.
Somehow, this is all Cindy's fault.
I'm not married, and yet have a mortgage.
I'm not married, don't have a mortgage, and don't have a penguin.
And now, the lack of penguin on top of tommyrot's TV set will not explode....