Happy birthday, Nicole!
{{{Cass}}}{{{Steph}}} Or better yet {{{CassSteph}}}
Please to not be sick anymore.
Giles ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
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Happy birthday, Nicole!
{{{Cass}}}{{{Steph}}} Or better yet {{{CassSteph}}}
Please to not be sick anymore.
Your away message could be "TIME FOR MUTUAL KISSES" and include a link, so you didn't have to make with the explaining.
Ah! I get it. Sadly, I don't think I've figured out how to set linky away messages with my client (Adium on Mac - it's awesome in 97% of ways, but some little features screw me up).
It's no biggy. The love has died down. Besides, I'm not actually away at the moment. Actually here. At the computer. Typing. No mutually kissing. At the moment. Sadly.
Vanilla cake with chocolate frosting, Nic? You better have saved some for me.
French vanilla cake with peanut butter chips and chocolate frosting. The peanut butter chips all settled at the bottom of the cake so it's a little bit like a peanut butter crust. Very yum.
Sail, I don't think there's going to be any left after lunch. Half the cake was gone by 9am. NINE IN THE MORNING!
But you're welcome to come up to my floor and see...
Happy Birthday Nicole!
In honor of the occasion, I am going to have cake at lunch.
(Like I wouldn't anyway. . . )
I want cake. It should probably have antihistamine frosting, though.
I want cake. It should probably have antihistamine frosting, though.
Perfect for an afternoon nap.
It should probably have antihistamine frosting, though.
Ok, I may be done with my cake now. Blech.
Hope you feel better soon, GC!
There is carrot cake in the cube next to me, but I am caked out. Last night's post-awards party featured free desserts, so I had mucho cake. Best one was a Tres Leches cake with Drunken Pineapple topping. No more cake.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NICOLE!!!!!
I am caked out.
No such thing.
Caked out?