Only you have to say the "r" as a "w" and make funny faces at him while saying it.
Ack. Not even Husband of Reason is a good enough justification for baby talk.
There is NEVER a good enough justification for baby talk!
(If this is overly pissy, feel free to ignore me, as I am just smiting everything that crosses my field of vision.)
	
 
		
		
God, I hate the drugs i'm on.  I'm not certain if the last ten minutes of work I just did are real or a dream I had when I nearly fell asleep just now.
	
 
		
		
There is NEVER a good enough justification for baby talk!
You obviously haven't seen Pete's Face o' Smiting Doom.
	
 
		
		
Nicole, are you me? Am I you?
Oooh! If I'm you, I get to see Perkins and SA and Cashmere and Owen tomorrow! SWITCH! SWITCH NOW!
Starts carving a pistol from a solid block of chocolate.
I 
t heart
Gud!
Job~ma for StuntHusband & Go Home ~ma for Jilli.
	
 
		
		
 You obviously haven't seen Pete's Face o' Smiting Doom.
Let me guess... cuter than a box of buttons tied up with a big shiny bow?
	
 
		
		
I'm sure it's that God's Angel on Earth shtick, Deena.And a little self-deprecating wit.
(And my brother made me not call her a stingy bitch.)
But at least it's not Speaker W.  He's supposed to be a stone perv. And a major issuer of "Nonstandard(read homeowning while black) home loans...(cough) predatory(cough)
Yeah, they know values. Yep. And I'm gonna sub for Kelly on that morning show.
	
 
		
		
Cuter than a button on something else, I bet.
	
 
		
		
 Adds buy chocolate to the to do list for tomorrow.
Heh. I have chocolate at home. 
Oh, I meant for me, for the ride down.
	
 
		
		
Jilli - no.  And not for several months - I start classes on April 4, and it's Monday and Wednesday evenings until 8:30.  MAYBE next week as a "last hurrah" sort of thing.
Talking babytalk to Peev is always a good idea.  ESPECIALLY near his birthday.
"Peev, happy birthday, have a headshot! kerblam!" - Every spring during his Halo fragfest/birthday party.
Most satisfying.
	
 
		
		
Best line from spam in a while. 
"We met at execrate and went to headboard where we had  lunch at
mess. It was costa and a orr was had pat by all."
There's something kind of poetic about it in a choppy, surreal way.