I am the Funny Fat Friend. Ooh, she's jolly!

t BLUSHES LIKE WHOA

Nora, do you guys have a push broom to sweep the water to the pump? In our house in Cambridge we had to do that several times after every big rain or snow. Ah, Massachusetts and its freaky water table.

Myself though? I am the plucky best friend type. Kind of like Joan Cusack.

Oh, jeez. I don't even want to think what type I am.

{{{Deena}}} That's mostly just because I love to hug you, but also because Deena = smart, and a whole lot of other wonderful things besides.

I am the Funny Fat Friend. Ooh, she's jolly!

Um....Funny? Yes. Friend? Yes. Funny friend? Yes.

That other word? NO.

So sayeth I.

*smooch*

Happy Anniversary Deena.

And once again, I am Nora.

I don't even want to think what type I am.

You are the sexy, wise nurturing one.

but the idea of him in a fistfight makes me laugh and laugh and laugh. He's a nice guy, through and through, with an ounce of the Bad Boy anywhere.

I'm just going to nod my head, because this kinda applies to Pete. He doesn't seem like what my "type" is at all, but ... he's wonderful. I wouldn't trade him for anyone.

A quick interjection; Jilli has never seen me truly angry. She thinks she has, but I keep telling her that what she's seen is only a taste. My family has the old 'red rage' ability which is something I've done my best to bury lo, these 20 years.

But, god forbid, if I ever have to get into a fist fight with someone, it won't be pretty. I'll either have to be knocked out or I'll probably break both of my fists on some fucker's skull. This is not machismo posturing, I'm just aware of what type of crazy I can become when threatened, even if I don't actually have the strength or the frame to pull it off effectively.

Cheery, non?

You are the sexy, wise nurturing one.

I'm going to have Aimee write all my PR copy, if I should ever need it.

I'll either have to be knocked out or I'll probably break both of my fists on some fucker's skull. This is not machismo posturing, I'm just aware of what type of crazy I can become when threatened, even if I don't actually have the strength or the frame to pull it off effectively.

I can kind of see that, actually. You're very controlled, (well, spoken as someone who's met you in person exactly three times, I think), and that usually means to me that there's something *to* control.

I should add, too, that if me or any of the kids were threatened in any way, Stephen would absolutely flip like a mammal, and even if he didn't necessarily have finesse, he could probably do some damage out of sheer rage and protectiveness alone.

t cuts WAY THE FUCK BACK on the "A" word

offers tray of yummies to Pete

Some nitrate-free meaty goodness? Scone? Biscuit? Nice cuppa for the Nice Man?