God, Hec, how frightening. I can bypass that conversation because a. I'm so hopeless it will never be an issue. OR b. Chances are I will have already picked something ironic to call Mr. Wonderful, if I ever meet one who fancies me back.

Nonetheless, a first date should really be About Her. I'm thinking maybe a local art gallery followed by dinner, something like that.

t hearts billytea so much

Yes. Because as you all know, I talk just like the Crocodile Hunter.

Those of us that haven't got to hear you will have to defer.

We *could* call her Matilda ;)

Nonetheless, a first date should really be About Her.

Such. A. Sweet. Guy.

One of my dogs is lying under the computer desk and I can in no way describe the stench. He's either rolled in something in the yard or eaten one of Owen's dirty diapers out of the garbage. *gag*

yay date!

yay buffistas getting together.

whooo! teacup guy has a real name.

dinner was really good

(waves in a friendly but tired way) Gosh, this working stuff is hard to get used to again. I mean, I actually had to stop at the grocery store on my way home and it was inconvenient and everything and I still haven't gotten to sit down and read the morning paper. It does feel very satisfying to know there's going to be a paycheck, but I think I won't really believe it until I see one.

I shouldn't have clicked on the link. WHY did I ever get rid of my black and white Running Stallion, why? Just because I was moving, pfui. It seemed so sensible at the time.

Still seems very odd not to have a computer at work. Hopefully this will mean I'll enjoy fooling around on the home system when I get home instead of being all headachey and unwilling because of continuous monitor glare.

Who wants to see a picture of a tan Teppy, with long curly hair, in full bridesmaid-fu?

Oh, okay, here: [link]

I admit, I miss having that hair. But not in weather like this, hell no. But -- lookit the curls! I can't get it to do that when it's this (overly) short.

This is the real reason I don't date; I'm afraid of what the Buffistas will call him.

Mr. LuckyPants.

Cindy is now my favorite!

t wolf whistle

I'm waiting for Cass to get boyfriended. I plan to call him "Helio!Castr-r-r-oneves".

Alternately, I may need to go find a boyfriend right now. Anyone have Spiderman's number?

Who wants to see a picture of a tan Teppy, with long curly hair, in full bridesmaid-fu?

That's quite a mane of ringlets. Is that your dad in the screaming sports jacket behind you?

Anyone have Spiderman's number?

Oops. I foresee a catfight.

Go billytea!