SexyLitForAll
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I know, doesn't it? There's room if you'd like to relax for a while.![]()
Thanks, says he, as he slides into the delightfully warm water, with delightful company.
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I know, doesn't it? There's room if you'd like to relax for a while.![]()
You just made my day.
Well, if you're going to insult the guy attached to the thumbs operating your smartphone keyboard, I do mind! *raised eyebrow* Heh, get in the tub, silly. Like steve said, the more, the merrier.![]()

Thanks, says he, as he slides into the delightfully warm water, with delightful company.
Oh... my! Look at this, anna with three men in the hot tub! Who ever woulda thunk?Oh Ho!
Another photo opportunity.
Oh, yes, get those thumbs working on my shoulders. We know they won't be doing any damage there!*slides next to anna* Ok, I'll be nice to the guy operating my smartphone.Say, while I'm here, let me get my thumbs working on those shoulders.
HP, my lighting gear should be up there somewhere. Do watch the power cables though.

Oh... my! Look at this, anna with three men in the hot tub! Who ever woulda thunk?
Oh, yes, get those thumbs working on my shoulders. We know they won't be doing any damage there!![]()
Oh... my! Look at this, anna with three men in the hot tub! Who ever woulda thunk?
A crowded tub is a happy tub!![]()
Even when you have to clean the bear hair out of the trap.
Good morning...
Eggs and bacon are on...and being a southerner, grist will be on the side as well.
Come to think of it, I've never had grits before.
Give 'em a try...damned good with eggs & coffee!
Give 'em a try...damned good with eggs & coffee!
Hopefully they contain magical properties that make me get up and get stuff done.![]()

I was never that fussed for grits. Cornbread and biscuits, however... *sigh*
When we went on holiday to the states, I fell in love with The Cracker Barrel, as a result of their biscuits. Nummy.
I've done grocery shopping, laundry, cleaned the kitchen... not to mention fielding several panicky calls from work. It appears the spit and toilet paper I applied to our disrupted systems is holding.
I feel like Scotty, without the dodgy accent...![]()
Ah, me Bonny Lad, tha's a canny bloke, eh ?
Ah, Hrrrmmm.
Glass of something, Steve?
I've never had grits Down South but I've had them in southern Africa with brown gravy. Top drawer!
Heh. Indeed, HP.
Yeah. A nice long V&T would go down nicely, thanks. Join me in something...?
And, Bear, when you've eaten your grits (it sounds a sort of ghastly porridge) would you like a glass of Zin ?
That's exactly what grits are (is...? Discuss...). *shudder*
I've just spent over three hours in the hospital with #1 son, whose attempt to hand someone off in rugby (no, it's not rude...) resulted in him bending his wrist much futher back than nature intended. Fortunately, it's only muscle and tendon damage, not a break...
Rolf. Something warming, if you please...
What not even Scots Porridge Oats, with treacle?
[I confess it's a while since I enjoyed that]
Sympathy for the "injured wrist" player.
As for something 'warming' I have a recipe here for some nice Possett, provided that Rolf has the iron good and hot.![]()
If I'm loading up on empty carbs, I'll go for the gourmet poutine!I've never had grits Down South but I've had them in southern Africa with brown gravy. Top drawer!
Ooh, that's not fair! You know I go all warm and melty at that accent.... *bats eyes*That's exactly what grits are (is...? Discuss...). *shudder*
Maybe 20 years ago, I spent a few months working away, darn sarf. I stayed Sunday to Thursday in a B&B and drove home at weekends. The landlady of the place I stayed in took a shining to me - she was a retired colonel's wife, with a voice that could fell an ox at thirty paces and a distinctly military bearing. This affection manifested itself in her sidling up to me one morning at breakast and whispering in what I imagine she thought was a sultry tone, "Don't tell the others, but I have a treat for you..."
Imagine my disappointment when she brought me a bowl of porridge - a substance I've loathed since my first exposure to it. But she was so pleased with her offering, so conspiratorial, that I didn't have the heart to tell her I found it loathesome. And had to eat it every morning for weeks as a result...
I've just spent over three hours in the hospital with #1 son, whose attempt to hand someone off in rugby (no, it's not rude...) resulted in him bending his wrist much futher back than nature intended. Fortunately, it's only muscle and tendon damage, not a break...
Rolf. Something warming, if you please...
I had a lovely hot spiced cider mixed with rum last night at the company Christmas party. So, so good!What not even Scots Porridge Oats, with treacle?
[I confess it's a while since I enjoyed that]
Sympathy for the "injured wrist" player.
As for something 'warming' I have a recipe here for some nice Possett, provided that Rolf has the iron good and hot.![]()
If I'm loading up on empty carbs, I'll go for the gourmet poutine!
Ooh, that's not fair! You know I go all warm and melty at that accent.... *bats eyes*
Interestingly, I was involved in a rugby discussion over breakfast this morning. I hope #1 Son is doing well.
I had a lovely hot spiced cider mixed with rum last night at the company Christmas party. So, so good!