Now I'm worried that brain will take over, or something, imposing its primal needs on me.
It can be threatened back into submission, though.
GUT BRAIN: Wake up! Feed me!
BRAIN: I know a bar nearby that's open. It serves Irish food.
GUT BRAIN: You win. Sleep tight.
You have been since you've known me, sweets.
Right! Hey, now you're two degrees from the krav instructor, in two different directions. He's cool, FWIW.
I liked the one that was teaching the beginners class with you.
BTW - having a tummy bug hasn't stopped Em from saying your name all. the. time.
What is Irish food?
IME - overboiled and gray-ish. Vaguely meat tasting.
Irish food = things boiled to greyness.
exposty, been there.
I liked the one that was teaching the beginners class with you
Hmm. I think that was Romeo. He's a laugh and a half.
having a tummy bug hasn't stopped Em from saying your name all. the. time
::smiles proudly::
I love the Beej/Aimée crosspost. Grey it is, then.
I love the Beej/Aimée crosspost.
Except they'll have to fight it out to determine if it's "gray" or "grey."