but I want this:
um. yeah.
but waiting for the add-your-own cover fabric.
Book ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
but I want this:
um. yeah.
but waiting for the add-your-own cover fabric.
All in favor of inviting ourselves to Barbs for dinner say aye!
Aye!
Aye!
Have I ever mentioned how I tend to cook in Roman Army quantities?
IJS...
If I started driving now, I could probably be there by dinner.
Teppy, insent.
I don't even eat meat and I want Barb's stew. Nom nom nom.
I'm working at home today. Yay! Then I go for acupuncture and then my VERY LAST CLASS EVAH!!
VERY LAST CLASS EVAH!!
So very awesome.
my VERY LAST CLASS EVAH!!
Oooh! Oooh! What are you wearing for your last day of school!?!?
Here's to paper products.
Ohgodsyes.
But-but-you can't *drive* armless! Or, like, hold a fork! I'm keeping my arms, but I want dinner at Barb's, as well.
Barb, you're a woman after H's own heart. I think the two of you would get along famously in the living room. Neither of you could bear the other in the kitchen though, I'll bet, as neither would want to cede place to the other. Hey y'all! Maybe a cook-off!