Buffybot ,'Dirty Girls'
[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.
Food at home has been working amazingly well. I've had cherry tomato salad, dark cherry monkey bread, breakfast casserole, potato bacon soup, homemade french bread pizza, baked pasta shells and sauce and Italian sausage pie this week. That's not even counting the eggs/bacon/sausage/biscuits/toast/waffles breakfasts Jon has made the past few days.
To quote Seymour II: "Feed me!"
Come to Dallas!
Reading over the old threads, I invited people down here a bunch! PEOPLE WHO NEVER CAME! Invitation is still extended, only now I know a bunch more crap to do.
Doing campaign calls has ended my phone fear...it's a lot like being thrown in the water to learn to swim considering that, in 2004, I was called everything but a child of God, but it did have that side benefit.
I hear you, erika. Or rather I read you. A couple years doing telemarketing (*ptui*) ended my phone fear.
Come to Dallas!
It's really more fun to fly you out to San Francisco.
SF was fun, and I hope to go back with Jon soon, but Dallas can be fun too! We have Oak Cliff, and Lee Harvey's, and Fair Park! Really, it's not all bad! Plus, apparently, I can cook!
You always have the power...hang up.
Audrey II, Hec.
Plus, apparently, I can cook!
Yeah, plus the bar.
Audrey II, Hec.
Oh yeah. I fail at allusion this morning.
I would def take you to The Grapevine. People watching doesn't get much better than there. But, I'd also like to show you The Windmill, which does classic cocktails, GBG which is our neighborhood bar, and Lee Harvey's which is a dive in Oak Cliff noted for their burgers, huge outdoor area out front where bands play on the front porch while fire pits keep dogs and their humans warm. And, maybe, if you're good, we'll wander around Bishop Arts and take you to lunch at Hattie's for the best fried green tomato sandwich on the planet.