I don't think there's a gramatical argument for it. It's just a question of clarity and flow.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Thanks, Dana!
In cases like these, I chicken outgo for the diplomatic option of rephrasing: "The fight she had with her father..."
Yeah, I think it was flirting. Meara with rumpled hair = hot.
Heh. Sadly, meara with rumpled hair, glasses, pajamas, off an hour long conference call, and PRECOFFEE?? Not quite the glamourpuss or tousled tease you might envision.
Though given some conversations I've had about the Seattle aesthetic and attitude, recently, I suppose it might go over better than I'd anticipate or prefer...
{{Raq}} I'm so sorry.
PRECOFFEE??
That's just uncalled for.
::shoves coffee through interwebs for meara::
But the rest of it sounds like the standard meara-spheric levels of HOTT.
Though given some conversations I've had about the Seattle aesthetic and attitude, recently,
HEY! Oh, wait, the rest of Seattle is like that, isn't it? I will restrain my indignant "hmmph!"
I suppose it might go over better than I'd anticipate or prefer...
Well, you're gorgeous. Of course the rumpled pre-coffee look is good on you.
Well, Jilli, it's especially prevalent among the dykes. The whole crunchier granola hipster grunge dirty hippy I don't comb my hair I'm cool because I pay someone to cut my hair to make it look like my hair hasn't been cut in six months kinda look. All that jazz. What can I say. We were in Portland, where it's even MORE so, and me and my J-Crew-East-Coast self were mourning the culture shock. I was all "Where's my dykes who look slick and fierce and like to hang out with fancy gay men who want nice things and fancy drinks??"
Fear not, Sean. I have coffee now. With an extra shot, even, thanks to that barista. :)
My ex Michelle, when she moved from Minneapolis to DC (er, this was after we broke up), was going to the coffee shop in the student union all the time, and kinda though the manager of the shop was flirting with her, but wasn't sure, and was mentioning this to us....and then the girl was like, GIVING HER FREE COFFEE, and we were like "Dude, that's flirting with you"....and finally the girl was WRITING HER NUMBER on Michelle's coffee cup!! We were like "Michelle, do you need a bigger sign????"
Ha, that's straight out of a How I Met Your Mother episode!