Did you tell him it was for the dog?
erika, I'm not seeing where the guilt comes in. That's just, you know, facts. It's not like your trying to find out what kind hygiene products Ben Affleck prefers or something.
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Did you tell him it was for the dog?
erika, I'm not seeing where the guilt comes in. That's just, you know, facts. It's not like your trying to find out what kind hygiene products Ben Affleck prefers or something.
I want to be the Bitch with the most cake.
That will be me, in 2 1/2 months. The wedding cake has grown to amazing proportions--6 tiers, each decorated differently. My future MIL is going all out--sugar flowers, pearlized dust, flavored fondant.
Flavors: Marble, Chocolate Raspberry, Lemon, Amaretto, Carrot, and Italian Rum Cake.
I hope she does little test cakes.....
Maria has killed me dead. Death by cake lust. Not pretty.
erika, you are taking the negative sources of murder and crime and so forth and turning it into fiction for people like me, who like to relax by reading that sort of thing, to enjoy. It's a fine type of alchemy.
Ok. Guilt's a little strong(seems to me English ought to have a few more words for this. Because wrecking a friend's sweater and standing by while someone dies? Not the same.) But I feel embarrassed.
Did you tell him it was for the dog?
Yup. He's like, "Wow. It didn't taste like it!"
Oh, Maria. That sounds devine. When's the party? I'm SO there!
sugar flowers, pearlized dust,
ooooooh.
It's not like your trying to find out what kind hygiene products Ben Affleck prefers or something.Tampax.
But I feel embarrassed.
When you do something shameful, I'll let you know. Ya got enough on your plate without worrying if the harmless stuff that fascinates you is WRONG. It's not.
mmm.... cake.
Ooh! How'd you like it?
I loved it and I will do it again and again.
I was also deeply humbled by how difficult it was and how weak the muscles in my arms are. I look forward to whipping them in to shape.
I watched a video demonstration of advanced ashtanga practice and holy good God people's bodies are amazing things, aren't they?
(Psst, vw--on your birthday, *other people* are supposed to make [or at least purchase from a reputable source) the cake and do all the hard work and stuff.)