I swear to you, they issue your flannel, Subaru, and golden retriever and/or German shepherd at the border. Resistance is futile.
I have a convertible Mustang, cats and a tattoo (okay, I assimilated.). And no flannel. Though more turtlenecks than when I got here. And the hempy necklace is from Joshua Tree.
Cass, you freak, check your inbox.
It's empty. Are you spam?
So, where is this conversation about an SPN rewatch happening? I could give my 'wisdom' directly...
Oh. That.
Boxed Set.
But I still need actual e from you.
Yes, I know, and I have send you the 'e' as you so strangely put it.
Maybe your computer needs to be wound up to speed. Give it a kick or something.
Give it a kick or something.
Do not whomp on the computer. That's just mean.
Backflung.
Reflung.
Which sounds like a gag reflex.
That's not "my" chocolate shop is it, Cass? I mean, the one Plei went to and got the figgy stuff?
I love those guys. I've offered to work for them, to photograph their chocolates so they can put an insert into their boxes. They do weird flavours--it wasn't for a few boxes before I bumped into a cherry cordial, and it's hard enough to remember what is what even when you have one of the makers explain it to you. They need a photo guide in each box, and I need to eat every chocolate I must photograph in the name of meticulous documentation.
ita needs to visit Seattle. IJS. A lot.
Which sounds like a gag reflex.
Which? Now that you mention it? Ewwwww.
That's not "my" chocolate shop is it, Cass? I mean, the one Plei went to and got the figgy stuff?
Sadly, no. It's Portland, not Seattle. And, while it has an amazing selection of candies and chocolates, one of the main draws is a really darling young thing of a boy. Come to think of it? Yeah, you'd like this place...
And there are good chocolates too.
Also? He's real purty. And legal. Certainly legal enough.