Ness the Moonshiner! Lol. Orange juice (with pulp) is Yum.
Guavas?
Also awaiting patiently.
Yum! Throw in Pine-nuts and double Yum.
Perrier with Sea-salt and a Wedge of Lemon
Very interesting! I have to think about this.
You are kind. I am in my late thirties though I feel like I am in my early thirties. Best decade of my life…thus far.
Yuck.
Corona Chicken Salsa Pizza with Mozzarella and Mediterranean Limes?
If you were within arms reach, you would experience first hand how it would be like to be strangled by an old man Lmao. I am not as old as I sound and certainly not as old as you think I am, but seeing that one should only feel as old or as young as they do feel, I am indeed as old as I feel which is not quite old for I feel quite young, however, there are days when I do feel very old, and then again days when I feel very young and unfortunately those days when I feel young and old all at once. So how old do you think I am, young one?
Yum.
Chicken Pot Pie?
Yes, I do know that as do you this: I am older than I sound.
Ahem! I know that already Lmao. Another one please?
Black.
Bagels or Pancakes?
Slow down dang it!
Sardonic and Sunset (Sheesh! Boys cleaning up after the girls…this is definitely a first Lmao).
Peaches or Pomegranates?
How about seriously funny?
Full moon or New moon?
'Noperz, she ain't a member of this forum…And sorry dude, she wouldn't invite you over for dinner either. Don't ask ninja for help, she would never help you in this situation…and my sister doesn't know the guy who said HI to me in the library.'
I frequent just about every library around here as often as I possibly can, but cannot remember seeing anyone so beautiful I had to look again. So, obviously, I am not the one who said HI to you either Lol.
'…and what do u mean don't bother asking?!!? I'm very nice, thank you very much.'
I would love to sustain your sublime spark of self-realization, I really do…however, seeing that there is no prospect whatsoever of a visit to your mother's kitchen which would indisputably ameliorate the current state of affairs, I would have to confess that I am disinclined to acquiesce with 'I'm very nice, thank you very much.' If you wish to contest this, you could always prove me wrong. Should you so desire, I would like to please offer this self-disclosure perchance to sway you in my favor:
1. I have impeccable table manners (I never reach for things across the table because I keep everything close by; I never speak with my mouth full therefore I never speak since my mouth is always full; I believe vegetables are good for the body and magnanimously leave them for others around the table so God-willing, they would remain healthy).
2. I would gladly bring my own silverware, table linen, and meaningful tokens of my appreciation.
'Lmao. Maybe she is better off with a braver man.'
Rani ji, you probably are unaware of how brave a man has to be to approach a beautiful woman -with honorable intent, bereft of motives of the horizontal persuasion, without a shred of self-serving schema- and say, 'Hello! I would love to get to know you for a little while, and if it so pleases you, for the rest of your life.'
When confronted with such an occasion for courage, I always felt the Gladiator and that I should but turn toward passersby and say: 'We who are about to die salute you.'
I like this thread. Princess ji, I am new around here and if you would like to offer the paper to a relative stranger, I would be grateful.
My dog goes wherever all dogs go when they die…since he goes to the Vet in four or five days. He just lies there and rarely touches his food. I made him a Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwich but he just ignored it and that is one of his favorite treats. C'est la vie! If I was half the friend to he was to me, I would be ten times as happy. I hope I was. No more pets for a while.
'Senor: Don't wish for such things..If you're in my place right now, where you feel like you're that little rock in the stream, watching helplessly as water constantly flows past you to be replaced by new water, which is never there long.. you wouldn't be saying that, I bet.'
Yes, you write wonderfully.
But, rather the 'little rock in the stream' than one in a parched bed. Water, old or new is so much better than none at all (A tragic tale lingers behind my pathos, but I'd like it to simmer more so that the juices of my soul's agony mingle with the sauces of my heart's regret and flavor the venison of my life's experience).
When I was in Uni, I went to sleep with Emily Dickinson and walked around with Browning. One of my favorite lines is from 'Andrea Del Sarto:'
'My face, my moon, my everybody's moon,
Which everybody looks on and calls his,
And, I suppose, is looked on by in turn…'
It does not describe anyone I know but for some reason, time seems to stand still when I read these lines. Awful and awesome all at once.
Sheesh! Woman went off for lunch and mis-placed her sense of humor. But, no harm, no foul. All is well. I still irritate her. Whew! I thought I lost it Lmao.