phosphates?
At The Ice Cream Bar.
You must tell me the exact time and date of this "date" so that I can casually drop by and sing your praises. Literally, singing them. Possibly with some interpretative jazz dance.
It won't be awkward or embarrassing in the least, I assure you and will only enhance the intimacy of the "date."
It won't be awkward or embarrassing in the least, I assure you and will only enhance the intimacy of the "date."
As the two of you huddle together in fear.
She gets into town on Friday, and we're going to watch
The West Wing
and eat leftover turkey chili and then go get phosphate floats for dessert. So I have no exact time for you! 8ish?
As the two of you huddle together in fear.
I see P-C and P-G (Phosphate Girl, she needs a name) more as superheros who will fight crime. And interpretive dance. Together.
Phosphate never looks like it is spelled correctly. Even when it is.
Possibly with some interpretative jazz dance.
Will there be Jazz Hands?? That's like clapping for the deaf! So, it would only enhance your image, because, it will be like you are the object of applause!
(that to say, congrats! Good job!)
Perfect, Sunil. That sounds perfectly cromulent.
Hey, Laura. You are up bright and early. This is me, getting up in the middle of the night despite taking melatonin and catnip.
Yeah, I gave up at 5 and got up. I'm usually up at 6 something anyway. #1 son drama on my mind. Have I mentioned that being a parent sucks?
I hope you are able to get some more rest. Dawn is happening here so I am going to get some work done.
I woke up at 4. I hate you, 4 a.m.