'Objects In Space'
[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.
vw, since you were invited to a family meal, not a wedding, I say relax the rules and address the envelope to Jane Smith & John Doe.
That's what CBD just said. So, that's what I'm doing.
Also, he thinks I'm crazy to be writing a thank you note for dinner.
Also, he thinks I'm crazy to be writing a thank you note for dinner.
Just wait until his parents invite you back and not him because they like you better. So there!
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Happy Wedding Day, GC and STBDW!!
Also, he thinks I'm crazy to be writing a thank you note for dinner.
Uh, when I read your post, I was seized with guilt for not writing a thank-you note for the first time The Boy's parents had us over for dinner.
Congrats, GC and fiancee!
Just wait until his parents invite you back and not him because they like you better. So there!
Heh. He would probably like that. They can know what's going on in his life without him having to talk!
Uh, when I read your post, I was seized with guilt for not writing a thank-you note for the first time The Boy's parents had us over for dinner.
No! No guilt! Although, if we had gone to their place for dinner, I probably would have whipped up some quilted coasters or something as a hostess gift.
Here's one for the annals of ignorance: I overheard incompetent!boss this morning telling another co-worker that he was surprised to find out that one of our vendors was Asian, because "She speaks English as good as any of us!"
Co-worker: "Uh, is that because she isn't an immigrant but is an actual American-born citizen of Asian descent?"
Incompetent!boss: "Well, I don't know, but I remember when you could tell by looking at someone -- if they were obviously foreign -- that they wouldn't speak good English. Now you can never tell."
Hand to god, that's what he said.
I don't need Craigslist ads, PLEASE; I just wanted to share my @@, so that all may marvel in its sheer beauty.
Uh, when I read your post, I was seized with guilt for not writing a thank-you note for the first time The Boy's parents had us over for dinner.
No! No guilt! Although, if we had gone to their place for dinner, I probably would have whipped up some quilted coasters or something as a hostess gift.
Uh.
Man, I *suck* in the role of "Son's Girlfriend."
Oh... my, Tep.
Thanks for the feedback y'all!
I remember when you could tell by looking at someone -- if they were obviously foreign -- that they wouldn't speak good English. Now you can never tell.
::boggle::