I think Emeline is in for a world class lesson.
And maybe a future in boxing? Miracleman can be her manager.
edit:
who went Reniassance on her ass.
Oh, dear. Creative measures.
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I think Emeline is in for a world class lesson.
And maybe a future in boxing? Miracleman can be her manager.
edit:
who went Reniassance on her ass.
Oh, dear. Creative measures.
oh YOWCH. Aims.
I mean, she hauled back and smacked me. Those tiny hands freaking hurt, man.
Holy crap! Aims.
{{{Aims}}}
If I had done that to my parents as a child I'd still be grounded.
Ugh, Aims- that sucks on many levels.
Oh, shit, Aims. I had the raging finger of death pointed at me this morning for committing the capital crime of asking Hec if he wanted a bagel, but I haven't been hit. Yet, I'm sure.
Lots of hugs, and I'm stuffing a martini through the interpipes to you right now (unless you'd prefer a Cosmo or a Manhattan).
If I had done that to my parents as a child I'd still be grounded.
Me too. Look at it this way Aims, you can guilt Em with this for the rest of her life.
I can tell Olivia wants to slap me but she hasn't worked up the nerve. Yet.
Put it in the guilt file, Aims.