The rubbing briskly sounds about right for bad romance, Hec.

I used to adore Jean Plaidy. And associated alter egos...someone Holt, I think. I often feel tempted to dive back in for comfort reads.

you don't read enough romance novels , David.

in my garage fridge.

20 potato boats full of yummy shepard's pie. 1 mini shepard's pie.

In my freezer - enough shepard's pie fill for a pie that will feed us for a week

in my oven Mr. Ca. Lemon butt Chicken ( why my chicken has a formal title we don't know) with potatos.

and all dishes - clean or in the dishwasher.

xpost on the romance novels

My foot's asleep. My life sucks.

ETA: Funny what will push you over the edge.

My foot's asleep. My life sucks.

You should totally quit right now. It's pointless to go on. That way you can avoid that pins and needles sensation when your foot revives.

There's all kind of info on Victorian mourning customs and paraphenalia in mystery novels.

Why would anyone lie about his height? I mean, if he knew he was going to be seen in person. If it's a small enough lie to get away with, why bother?

Or, you can poke your foot and look at it with fascination at the fact that you can't really feel the poke.

And, yes, my life really is that boring sometimes.

Did you get my package yet, vw? ( I haven't checke dthe tracking number)

don't forget , emily is bringing you tea, that's worth the wait.

Nope. The doorbell rang today, and I was hoping, but it was a DIFFERENT package. I'm just very loved.

And, I've got my tea. It's wonderful.

That's a bad blind date. He probably wonn't even wonder what he did wrong.

No doubt thinks she's a fool if not interested. Boo for bad blind dates.

And associated alter egos...someone Holt, I think.

Victoria! One of the reasons I was wanting a girl child. I would have named her Victoria. And called her Tori of course.

I'm just very loved.

That's cause you're lovable. tickles vw's foot