Why wouldn't it be Bill, huh? It probably happened just the way Cindy (ETA: and Teppy) postulated. And until it's proven otherwise, that's the scenario I'm going to go with. In any case, Yay! And yes, go!
And really? Honestly I think the "cooking for fun and survival" thing for teens would be much more popular and fun than one on writing. But that's just me.
Thing is, anyone can find a hunnerd and one writing classes. How often do you find a class by a first class gourmet chef and professional caterer offered to teenagers?
t nods at all that stuff Beverly just said
I'm sure anything you say will be interesting, Deb.
How about "Doin' Time in Rock and Roll: A Primer".
I'd love to think it was the Big Dawg, but until proven, I'm assuming nothing.
I'd do a chef's thing for teenagers in a heartbeat, but for all I know, there are nine versions of Julia Child along for the ride, and I'd best leave it to them. But I'll add it to the profile.
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Good grief.
I'd be far more envious of Bill remembering Deb than I am of that sweet invite.
Give me two periods after a sentence or give me death.
Hm, doesn't really stir the blood, does it.
But I forgot he has more resources to Find Out What This Person Is All About than the normal person has. We have Google; he has -- god only knows
Oh. My. STARS. I am now laced tightly into an image of his reading my comments on his lickability, and my head wants to explode.
Screw it. I stand by it. The man is designed by nature to be licked. Really.
Meep.
I imagine he isn't too put off by hot, intelligent, fierce women wanting to lick him. Just a guess.
And as noted elsewhere, the weekend prizes civility. Certainly licking him is quite civil.
Well, that's what I think. But Hilary may disagree.
And she has Secret Service wonks at her command.
