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.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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 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.
Most adorable Dylan moment at the birthday party this morning:
He's standing by the play kitchen area (the party was at a local daycare that doubles as a play gym on weekends), and opens the play microwave. Inside, for some reason, there is a play phone. Dylan picks up the phone, says "Hello? No sorry, the food's not ready yet," and puts the phone back in the microwave.
I almost peed myself, it was like a Marx brothers routine.
Ha! I can totally see Dylan doing that!