Guys are used to receiving clothing other than ties and socks from significant others, parents, and much older relatives.
How does that differ from who women are used to receiving clothing from?
I'll bet folding money he'd find the gift weird.
Unless he knows Allyson well...so in that case one shouldn't listen to Nathan, because he's not privy to the relationship details. But nor are we.
Suppose you allow 16 bucks a piece for dinner and drinks
At Fisherman's Wharf, during the holiday season? Dicey.
Ayup. And with the amount of people, I can't just rent a restaurant.
I can do it, it'll just take work. Gnegh.
Does that plot sound like it was used elsewhere?
Yes IRL Look up "slavemaster" on Snopes.com
I just watched "Time To Murder and Create" (Wire In The Blood).
Do you have all of the eps waiting on your tv as well? I just started watching this ep so I skipped the wf for the time being.
Nah, I have decided that watching a distant black speck that is theoretically Elvira and hearing her alleged voice over the static of loudspeakers is not that appealing.
So much for my plans for the weekend then...
::wails::
I wouldn't be much fun for you though as I would be watching the fast boys circling the track, so it's for the best.
I told my tv to watch the race instead.
Yes IRL
Fair enough. But unless I'm having a freaky remote viewing incident, it doesn't explain where I've seen it happen before.
Do you have all of the eps waiting on your tv as well?
Yeah, all three others. Which seems so few--even when I remind myself they're two hours long.
Sitting and fiddling with art mesh to recreate Aunty Entity's shoulders. Lots of fiddling.
Well, the gift is for Tim. He doesn't wear jewlery, buys books, movies and music at an astonishing clip, has beautiful clothes, doesn't need any knick knacks, I can't make something with the alotted time, and I know he does wear comfy loungey pants when he's up late writing.
Other than comfy flannel jammies, I'm unsure what else he'd like. I could toss in some homemade cookies.
I am sneezing my brains out. And I didn't even spill the pepper this time (you know the cliche about pepper making you sneeze? It does me. In fact, pepper in an omelet will make me sneeze. So weird.)
I think pjs are like cash gifts at weddings: it depends on the giver and the receiver. Which is no help at all.
I know he does wear comfy loungey pants when he's up late writing.
In that case, I think you should label them "killing jammies" and perhaps add some bloodstains.