Hey Pete, can I borrow your wife for a bit? I ... need her help on something in no way related to the chocolate boy?
I honestly used to have flirt-fu.
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Hey Pete, can I borrow your wife for a bit? I ... need her help on something in no way related to the chocolate boy?
I honestly used to have flirt-fu.
The wife is soaking in the bath. You are out of luck. If she's not too tired, maybe she'll pop into the thread before bed.
Nighty night!
Baths are good!
Nah, she'll torture me plenty next time she is down here. And makes me try to Talk To The Cute Boy.
(which is good. but skeeeeeery.)
Nah, she'll torture me plenty next time she is down here. And makes me try to Talk To The Cute Boy.
Remember, if you do not Talk To The Cute Boy, I will Talk To The Cute Boy For You, the next time I'm there. And I don't do subtle, so the conversation would be something like "Oh, I'm here visiting my friend Cass. Who, by the way, thinks you're very charming and attractive. You two should go out for coffee or something."
He *is* very charming and attractive. So I really do try to talk to him. One of these days? I will succeed even. I hope.
Honest, there are times? I am actually good at this. I really believe it.
Now I'm craving chocolate.
My apartment is close to 80 degrees. I can't get to sleep.
Anybody around?
waves hello to Hil
Hi Anne!
Haven't gotten to sleep at all tonight. My apartment is too humid to sleep. I've managed to get a tiny bit of a breeze by turning on a fan and opening all the windows, but not much. (I turned off the air conditioning. It's useless.)
Unless this gets fixed, I think this will spoil my plans to bake cupcakes today. No way I'm turning on an oven in here.
Oh. that sucks, Hil. Are you supposed to get any kind of break in the weather soon? We're supposed to hit mid-nineties this week, and I'm dreading it.
And no, I can see where baking cupcakes sounds as if it would be remarkably unpleasant.