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[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Don't forget to hide the evidence, Aimee. Handiest spot will do.
My advice, conversely, would be not to hide the evidence but to make an example of the evidence, possibly by leaving it at the crossroads with a bell-ringing town crier shouting out the terrible crime that brought about such an end.
I shudder to contemplate what this says about the difference between the way Cindy thinks and the way I think. I don't think it's terribly flattering to either of us.
Ha. "It's till death do us part. You die, we part."
For those that were at the LA F2F, I think it's time for me to retire the Bitch Coat.
Happy Birthday Betsy!
eta: So, Hec, what flavor(s) gelato did you end up with?
I got to the gelato counter fully intending to try Teppy's recommendations of ginger gelato or the bourbon-vanilla. But my tongue remembered the incredibly addictive pink grapefruit with campari sorbet so that's what I got. Apparently I wanted something that was cool and bracing and brisk and sweet/tangy more than rich and luscious. But it was so so good.
Also, I am recaffeinated.
Good Date update:
He just called and insisted I talk to him about the crap few days I've had (suicidal friend, crackhead cousin having her baby, memorial service for a friend's mom this morning). We'd talked earlier today to confirm plans for tonight and I'd said I'd had a few stressful days but it was too long to get into on the phone; he said OK but then called me back a few hours later and said he really wanted to hear what was going on.
And he was a good listener and had good advice and expressed just the right amount of worry.
Did I mention I was doomed?
You are so doomed, but in a good way.
But my tongue remembered the incredibly addictive pink grapefruit with campari sorbet so that's what I got.
My husband loves this so much he worked out his own recipe, and we always have it in the freezer.
t puts on taunty pants
I'm having dinner with Kristin and ND!!!
t taunt, taunt, taunt
Betsy, I know your husband doesn't actually believe in God, but every time I learn something new about him I become more and more convinced that this may well be because he is himself a god.
Happy birthday, by the way!
I'm having dinner with Kristin and ND!!!
::yawn:: Sloppy seconds. The Bayistas already dinnered them up like a mofo.