Saffron ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
In my head, this sounds very much like Heather's short course in How to Flirt with the Bartender in Order to Ensure he Serves that Last Drink after the Bar is Officially Closed.
Hee. Well, it worked.
Actually, if I had been able to introduce you to Cynthia, you'd know how very much it sounds like her. Southern-belleiest speech patterns evah.
That is awesome. I think becoming "Big Momma" automatically makes you about 50 times cooler than any other person in the room. In my imaginary life where I'd have kids, I would want my grandkids to call me Big Momma. It would go with the wigs and all.
Timelies.
Today, I am gronkified. Between the buffista excursion Tuesday night, and last night's SERENITY preview, it's been a looooong week. Satisfying, but long. Thank dog for the 3-day weekend. I plan on impersonating a pile of laundry for most of tomorrow.
I'm having one of those days where a couple hours after I got to work and the coffee had finally kicked in, I looked down and was all chuffed to notice that my shirt wasn't on inside-out or backwards.
And I remembered to wear pants.
And I just managed to score free pizza, because I forgot to eat lunch and thus swooped down upon it in the breakroom when its freebietude was announced on the intercom.
Did I mention that I'm high on allergy meds?
Freebietude might be my new favorite word. Right up there with highlistic.
That reminds me, I need to eat lunch.
That is awesome. I think becoming "Big Momma" automatically makes you about 50 times cooler than any other person in the room.
I agree, but is is physically possible for you to be a "Big Momma"?
I think in our fifties you and I should merge in some super hero fashion into a Big Momma entity. We'll bake pies, share wigs, and fight crime.
The question is, do you start with the comic book or the tv show? Because I can see it going huge.
I think in our fifties you and I should merge in some super hero fashion into a Big Momma entity. We'll bake pies, share wigs, and fight crime.
And tell dirty jokes! Though I suppose you already have that part covered.
Freebietude might be my new favorite word.
I was also thinking about freebieosity and freebieness and bear free and free beer and free verse and free will and free enterprise and FREEBIRD and the word has lost all meaning.
Wow, I'm drugged to my nonexistent gills.
And tell dirty jokes! Though I suppose you already have that part covered.
Well, we can try ...