Great! there's a big hole in the ground, with lots of cheery yellow contruction equipment.
Heh. That's the spirit!
'Potential'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Great! there's a big hole in the ground, with lots of cheery yellow contruction equipment.
Heh. That's the spirit!
That looks fab, Vortex. Can't wait till you get to show us the real thing.
Heh.
Happy day-after-Mardi-Gras, y'all. I am tired like woah. I love my nabe and my people. That is all....
Great! there's a big hole in the ground, with lots of cheery yellow contruction equipment.
Please tell me I'm not the only one whose brain went to:
The word bulldozer wandered through his mind for a moment in search of something to connect with.
The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was quite a big one.
He stared at it.
"Yellow," he thought and stomped off back to his bedroom to get dressed.
Morning, All.
edited to fix wonky formatting.
Pancake! I'm totally craving pancakes now. And I don't even like pancakes that much.
Had SUCH an awesome dinner last night- it's been 2 years since we got engaged! (though that's not why we went out, we didn't realize that till we sat down).
Aw. Happy engagementversary, Nora. I'm glad you had a good evening with yum dinner.
I'm so confused right now because I rcv'd a bill from a law office stating that I owed $30 each for two parking violations from... 1996!! EIGHT YEARS AGO! By now there's no way I can find any proof of whether I paid them (or not). Is that even legal?
I just ate my leftovers (brick pressed chicken with mushrooms and pan fried gnocchi) and am so sad that the meal is finally done. I want to write to the chef and tell him he rocks and I will no longer need to cook at home.
They also had a cured meat platter (prociutto, capricola, salami, etc) with chunks of parmesano reggiano and bruscetta which was to die for yum.
My animal crackers and I will just sit over here quietly hating you.
Nora's making me dinner-hungry, and it's not 9 a.m., yet. It's royalty check day, so maybe I'll take my DH out for dinner.
I have a pile of work to do, and I don't want to do any of it. Also, a meeting this afternoon with one of the new boss-people that is going to put me in an awkward position, I think.
I think that I should take you to dinner at this place! I have no need to hog all the deliciousness!
So it was just me then? That may be the first time that's ever happened to me here.
Weird.
Nora, stop it! You are making my perfectly good breakfast feel inadequate and making me all hungry for food I don't have. (Though yay on a 'versary dinner so good it's still good next day!)