That's a bummer, meara.
It is a little unseemly how much I am looking forward to taking the morning off tomorrow. I have a doctor's appointment at, like, 8 am the next town over so it's not like I will be sleeping in and lazing about, but still, not going to be at work. And I am determined to take myself out to lunch, maybe at that place that makes duck the way I like it (the way I like it best, I should probably say, I don't know if I've tried duck and not liked it).
But wait, meara, you're not saying a man could be surprised with a male partner???? Wouldn't that mean they have to have sex after?!?!?!?!??!?!
Yeah, ugh.
Big fat no to serving me John Mayer on my Janelle Monae station, Pandora!
I have spoken these EXACT same words in this EXACT same order.
But wait, meara, you're not saying a man could be surprised with a male partner???? Wouldn't that mean they have to have sex after?!?!?!?!??!?!
Hah! Well that would be one way to cut down on the number of people entering the contests--"you must have sex with the partner you draw, after the dance"!
I can neither confirm nor deny that I had that policy in college.
Well that would be one way to cut down on the number of people entering the contests--"you must have sex with the partner you draw, after the dance"!
Or could increase the number of entrees. No way to know for sure without trying.
I wonder if I've dodged jury duty this long because I just never ever register when I move states, or whatever it is you do when you move. Knock on wood, I'll be called next week, the way my Murphy's Law has been working lately. (Kudzu? Thank goodness we ain't got not kudzu here!) I'm still waiting for my "no evidence of deer on the property" to bite me in the ass.
Around here, it's taken from voter registration and MVA rolls. So if you vote or have a state id, you're in the pool.
This whole exchange has cracked me up (dance partners that is).
It's hot and I am cranky and barely walked at all today.