I don't care about the separate bedrooms, but no landline or computer?

Complete disclosure: they have a laptop. It went with one of them on the errands.

They actually have a shitload of computers, but at their other house. Part of their freakout is that she wants to get off the grid, and he would jack his head directly into the net, were he able.

So the technical name is a "pointing stick"?

Oh please. Nobody names their clit "Mr. Pointy."

BWAH!

So very COMM'd...

So the technical name is a "pointing stick"?

Oh please. Nobody names their clit "Mr. Pointy."

Gives a whole new meaning to "It's all in good fun until someone loses an eye."

And Deb beats me to the COMM.

Just showing pictures to the friend who loaned me the sari.

FOR THE RECORD: Nicole, I was not passed out I was alseep. Cass may have passed out on me because before she got quiet she kept telling me to hold her boob.

Passed out = asleep. Sometimes.

Fernet times?

So far, I have been unable to find fernet in town (no one at any of the liquor stores so far has even heard of it). Which is ironic, because it was offered to me when I was on a business trip a few weeks ago, and the description then sounded remarkably unappealing, so I turned it down, and now I so wish I had tried it. Not as much as I wish I had made it to SF and tried it there, but still.

Remembering that I am generally booze-avoidant, I must say that fernet sounds very much like Pernod.

Which, since I abominate even the smell of anise, makes me queasy.

Is it different stuff? Or is it really just Pernod in Italian clothes?