P-C, nononono, it's OK - no peanut allergy. I can eat them until you should pardon the expression, the cows come home.

Peanuts are legumes. I'm allergic to nuts.

My mother made that mistake and put me in a coma for five days before my sister's wedding. I never much liked her after that...

Putting anything but gin, vermouth and an olive, pickled onion or twist in a martini glass does not make the drink a martini.

But the onion would make it a Gibson.

t ducks

And I'd totally let you eat my muffaletta if you wanted it.

You guys are saying something really dirty in thinly disguised code, aren't you?

Don't ask what the olives really stand for.

Yes, you're quite right, Brenda. I got carried away by my extreme dislike of things like chocolate or apple "martinis."

We do not want Deb eating muffalettas with olives, because we want to keep her around for a good long time.

This is where the redundancy police (who've been there the whole time) come and cart you away to the place where you already are.

For the record -- never had a muffaletta. They sound gross.

Insent, smonster.

Based on this conversation, I think that the F2F must absolutely be in NOLA, so that Dana and Deb can order olive-free muffalettas in front of Hec and Sean can offer color commentary. I'll hold the video camera, ND can burn the whole thing onto a bunch of DVDs, which we will then sell on eBay and use the proceeds to buy an islanf.

MuHA! Jessica is brilliant! We love this idea....

Mmmmmm... islanf

(/drool?)