_Lynn_
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You can come round for pancakes whatever, sweet thing. My advice is, take the wrapper off, put some icing on in an amateur way, and pretend you baked it.
So, your advice is to lie.
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You can come round for pancakes whatever, sweet thing. My advice is, take the wrapper off, put some icing on in an amateur way, and pretend you baked it.
That counts. As long as it isn't chocolate. I'm allergic to chocolate. Then you might have to bake one instead. Naked, of course. By hand.
I'll give John a lesson in the appropriate use of appliances.
Somehow, I'm betting we're taking it the same way.
That counts. As long as it isn't chocolate. I'm allergic to chocolate. Then you might have to bake one instead. Naked, of course. By hand.
No it wasn't chocolate because my wife doesn't eat much chocolate either. But I had a hell of a time finding one that wasn't chocolate. Some sort of torte with raspberry and cream filling. So not far off the pancakes NaokoSmith is waving at me.
Ah, thank you. I warn you though, I can be a bit messy with the batter.
Yeah, chocolate is everywhere. There aren't many options without it.No it wasn't chocolate because my wife doesn't eat much chocolate either. But I had a hell of a time finding one that wasn't chocolate. Some sort of torte with raspberry and cream filling. So not far off the pancakes NaokoSmith is waving at me.
Ah, thank you. I warn you though, I can be a bit messy with the batter.
Well drat, I was making a chocolate cake. Hmm, how about a nice vanilla cup cake. One with a....thick....layer of frosting. The kind that you can lick off with the tip of your tongue.
You can come round for pancakes whatever, sweet thing. My advice is, take the wrapper off, put some icing on in an amateur way, and pretend you baked it.
Somehow, I'm betting we're taking it the same way.
That's OK, sweet thing. You can lick it off. Off of your fingers, your fingers!
That sounds like standard fare at the last family reunion my wife and I attended. A whole bunch of obviously store-bought goods, followed by a round of sheepish attempts to make it seem like they put some effort into baking it.
That would be a safe bet.
Yeah, I might be old, but there's some stuff you just don't forget.
Oh, pfft! Stop with the "I'm old" crap. If you live to be one hundred, then you're only barely middle aged, now.
I know I plan to see 2071, which is when I'll be 100, and maybe a few years or so beyond that. I want to be able to write a memoir that chronicles life from before the advent of the home computer to when we started putting colonies on Mars.
One hundred??? What the heck am I gonna do for the next forty years?
Continue to write?
There, I edited it for you.
There, I edited it for you.
'Zackly. If you need inspiration, look at R. Richard's thread about a 105-year-old author.
But I kind'a figure you've got plenty of inspiration laying around you already.
So blessed with good friends and the loveliest man in my life.
I'm feeling ancient, another year older.
Older men know more; the older they are, the more they know.
Funny. I'm coming to accept that, as I get older, I know much less than I thought I did...