DX, I did not get the original message. I got Nora's question on whether she should reply, and your answer to that, but not the original.
Zoe ,'Heart Of Gold'
F2F 2: Is there anybody here that hasn't slept together?
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
We're having FUN.
t pouting
I wanna be having FUN too. Harumph. Why am I still at work?
t /pouting
ETA the quote that allows this post to make sense.
DX, I did not get the original message.
Crap. That makes no sense. Did it get stuck in a spam filter? I sent it from my martzmountain address intead of my b.org address.
I did get your reply. I hate computers.
Met Teppy and Lexine, and Lexine's pretty daughter K for lunch at the Ferry building. We toured the food possibilities twice before making a decision. Lexine and I had the roasted provencale style food. Teppy had the seared swordfish sandwich with mango chutney and K had chowder and nibbles all around. I had roasted lamb. All very savory and tasty. Lexine is very fun, and easy-going and the most insane A's fan I've personally ever met. K showed us her surgery scar on her wrist and we gave her advice on what to wear in her upcoming Freshman year of high school. (Teppy and I advocated industrial hooker boots.) Afterwards, Jack Daniels gelato for Tep and Lex, Recchiutti more-expensive-than-god chocolate for K, and the banana cream tartlette for me.
Then we took a good walk along the waterfront on a spectacular day in SF, with a sweeping view of the Bay Bridge. I left them to return to work, as they headed toward PacBell.
I don't have a spam filter for it to get stuck in, and I've gotten other things from your martzmountain address, before.
I have it now. Oy. In fact, I had it then. It was next to spam [Tropical Paradise Awaits Yourefe] and got deleted when the spam did, by erm...user error. Sorry to be such a pill.
Okay. That's good.
Jack Daniels gelato for Tep and Lex, Recchiutti more-expensive-than-god chocolate for K, and the banana cream tartlette for me.
Oh sweet heavenly Jesus.
grabs bucket to clean up puddle of drool
In some messages from days and days ago (I was doing heavy duty catchup today) someone said I was to pick them up.
Sebastian got out, sounds like. A real sweetheart, unless he is outside. Then he becomes a MaineCoon cat nut case. His war cries are unbelievable.
I am really sorry for the wounding.
David. Yum. It's the middle of the afternoon, and I just had a cookie, and this is still making me hungry. The cookie was good until I read this.
Still, keep the stories coming! Narrative