'Serenity'
[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.
I don't think anyone will be looking past the motorcycle and the chaps to examine the trouser waistband. And askye is wise vis a vis comfort vs. fashion anyway.
Y'all's menus sound wonderfully nummy. But I just got back from central Carrboro, where I had Blackthorn cider (after years of moaning about its lack in the area), a burger, and garlic fries. I followed it up with double chocolate ice-cream from a local dairy and biked home in the rain.
A person I barely know just e-mailed and asked if she could stay with me while she's in Atlanta on business because she "hates to be alone in a motel room." I have exchanged maybe 30 sentences with her. They were not memorable sentences. In the e-mail, it's clear she's partly mistaken me for someone else in the same group where I met her. I think the answer is "no". Now I have to figure out a nice way to say that.
(Buffistas are always welcome.)
Ginger, IIRC your fierce dog cannot stand houseguests and becomes unmanageable.
Ginger, IIRC your fierce dog cannot stand houseguests and becomes unmanageable.
Plus there's those repairs going on to the bathroom. Sure, you'd pony up for a new bucket just for her . . .
Ginger, I'd just say straight out, "I do remember you, but I think you may have mixed me up with [Other Person], who also met you that day and who talked about [whatever whatever] with you. She can be reached at [email]." If you want to cushion the embarrassment, you could always add something about "I remember her saying [blah blah blah nice thing] about you and I'm sure she'll be happy to hear from you" or "You're not the first person to get us mixed up" or some other polite filler.
I like fierce dogs and buckets, but then again, I'm not the best person to ask about houseguests right now.
It's a shame you'll be out of town that week.
Barb is currently gathering things that might have her mother's scent on them and teaching her dogs to attack them.
Nah, my whore dogs know who sneaks them extra kibble and bits.
Dinner was a success! The steak was perfect and it was the first time I've seared it and then finished in the oven. And roasted cauliflower is the way to go.
Now I have to clean up.