Famous last words...

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shit! I forgot. Shir is a trained Army soldier.

:: prays she stops hit in time before contact is made, but after travel is done ::

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You don't need army training to hit people. Luckily, I hit like a girl.

Though I learned some strategical key points and moves when I had trainings for the Disengagement.

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imadeadmanimadeadmanimadeadman

Have I mentioned how those glasses bring out the radiance in your eyes?

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Flattery won't get your ass out of it, sweetie.

Say, don't you have a piece of furniture to go and fall asleep on? Give Fluffy my love

(Also? How many lurkers we have here, if by now that picture viewed 115 times and I only posted it here?)

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Say, don't you have a piece of furniture to go and fall asleep on? Give Fluffy my love

Yes ma'am. But I'm thinking of giving the bed a chance. Fluffy already held me down earlier this evening.

Also? How many lurkers we have here, if by now that picture viewed 115 times and I only posted it here?

Why is everyone looking at me? There are only so many times in a day I can log in and gaze at the picture. Must be the lurkers. Ya. Lurkers.

(my face hurts from smirking so much)

ION, it's raining ice. Tomorrow will not be fun. I really don't want to go to work. But, it being opening night, and lots of things to do for it, I have to. blargh.

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Fluffy already held me down earlier this evening.

That's just Fluffy's way showing you he loves you.

ION, it's raining ice. Tomorrow will not be fun. I really don't want to go to work. But, it being opening night, and lots of things to do for it, I have to. blargh.

Good night, and may tomorrow be nice to you. If not, tell them I'll hit them. Worst case, there's always Fluffy.

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Today, I would like to suggest a question for discussion.

What are your favorite marriage proposal stories? They can be your favorite either because they're amazing or because they're terrible. They can be real, apocryphal, from movies, from books, or from the deepest recesses of your subconscious.

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I remember a cab driver in London one dark night telling me about how he'd met his wife. He'd missed a train some twenty or thirty years earlier, (I'd missed a train myself - thus the cab) and he went into a pub to while away the time, and he fell head over heels in love with this gorgeous young woman at the bar. She was surrounded by blokes, but he went up to her and introduced himself. Turned out that she was from the West Indies, had been visiting on some exchange or business trip or other, and was heading home the next day. The people she was with were very protective, but he was totally smitten, and managed to convince her to accept his name and address and phone number and so forth.

Well, he'd evidently made an impression, because she did write to him. And he wrote back. And their correspondence flew thick and fast and amorous. And the next time he saw her - indeed, the first time he'd so much as held her hand - was when he flew over to the West Indies to marry her.

And he was STILL quite blatantly besotted with her, head over heels, couldn't believe his good fortune type smitten. Apparently much to the embarassment of his teenage daughters.

(Our conversation also took in Chaucer, as I recall, but this was the best bit.)

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Fay, that was the best story to wake up to this morning. Thank you.

What a good topic.

DH proposed to me while I was asleep. Can't tell you much there. He refused to repeat whatever it was he said. And to this day swears I said yes.

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