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I see. It does sound rather lovely. What fuel? Wood? Is it you who hails from SA? Or your wider family?

Although I would say that good quality sausages from a local butcher you trust can be very good indeed. Our butcher uses local animals, some of them nurtured by members of his extended family, slaughtered locally and turned into extraordinarily lovely things.

I definitely need you to save me some cake next time... :D

I'm dying laughing over here that you would use Nurtured and Slaughtered in the same sentence referring to the same subject animal. See, Just don't name the cows or the pigs. They taste so much better when you don't name them. Who can eat a Pig named Wilbur anyway?
 
Totally agree. If your mentality says a football game (either continents version) is more important than your woman, then you need to rethink your priorities.

Not to mention, you can DVR the game and come back 90 minutes later. But let's be honest, it's probably more like 30 minutes later and you are still going to be all set. And, if you are any good, she'll be more than happy to cuddle up with you and watch with you. I think!

No. NO! You may not DVR the game. It's me or the game. That's the rule. (I'm liking this... :devil:)

And... 30 minutes? Oh no. I'll be teasing and tantalising, provoking and distracting for the whole 90 minutes. You may have a refreshing and reviving beverage at half-time to keep you going, but otherwise I'm expecting to be the focus of your attention throughout :devil:
 
No. NO! You may not DVR the game. It's me or the game. That's the rule. (I'm liking this... :devil:)

And... 30 minutes? Oh no. I'll be teasing and tantalising, provoking and distracting for the whole 90 minutes. You may have a refreshing and reviving beverage at half-time to keep you going, but otherwise I'm expecting to be the focus of your attention throughout :devil:

Yes Ma'am. I will definitely not give a crap about the Superbowl if you want to spend 90 minutes to 3 hours in the bedroom instead.

And, yes, I'll need some Pineapple juice to keep going that long. :)
 
All of us really :) I grew up out there, wasnt born in SA though.

usually wood or charcal, which si much the same thing really. Well special sausages are acceptable, but plain ordinary tesco pork sausages? nuuuuuuuuu

Oh really? I might just demand special payment for special yummy cakes :D

I'd so love to go. I'm sure we will - garden route, Table Mountain, the wine route, take in a day of a Test Match... *reaches for diary*

No Tesco sausages make it through my door... Yuck!

OK - cake bargaining. Nothing wrong with that... :devil:
 
I'm dying laughing over here that you would use Nurtured and Slaughtered in the same sentence referring to the same subject animal. See, Just don't name the cows or the pigs. They taste so much better when you don't name them. Who can eat a Pig named Wilbur anyway?

Yes, I see the dichotomy :D

I love this time of year, though, the fields are full of joyful baby animals hugely enjoying their youth, safe, clean, loved. And then we eat them :devil:
 
I'd so love to go. I'm sure we will - garden route, Table Mountain, the wine route, take in a day of a Test Match... *reaches for diary*

No Tesco sausages make it through my door... Yuck!

OK - cake bargaining. Nothing wrong with that... :devil:

The wine route is awesome :D and beautiful too, well worth a looksee, very beautiful country. I know the eastern side better though, the Drakensburg mountains and the Natal Bush

Good girl :kiss: Quality is very very important

And I can get some very very good cake ;) :devil:
 
Yes, I see the dichotomy :D

I love this time of year, though, the fields are full of joyful baby animals hugely enjoying their youth, safe, clean, loved. And then we eat them :devil:

I have no problem eating Bambi, specially if she's about 5'9" and blonde. :)
 
Yes, I see the dichotomy :D

I love this time of year, though, the fields are full of joyful baby animals hugely enjoying their youth, safe, clean, loved. And then we eat them :devil:

Interesting that the dichotomy for English speakers is as old as the Norman Conquest. Taking on the French word for the dead animal's meat, and maintaining the Anglo Saxon word for the live animal.
 
Interesting that the dichotomy for English speakers is as old as the Norman Conquest. Taking on the French word for the dead animal's meat, and maintaining the Anglo Saxon word for the live animal.

That's mostly because the Anglo Saxons only ever saw the animal alive, while the Normans mostly saw them roasted
 
Thank you :rose:

Your evening sounds just wonderful, I wish I could have shared that with you. I wouldn't have talked while you were reading, just sat quietly with you enjoying it all... :kiss:

He's alright, isn't he, our Sean :D Good Northern lad, Sheffield, I think.

Aww, you are lovely...I rather think we would have far to much fun chatting to sit in silence, especially after a few cocktails...the travel stories alone! :rose:
 
The wine route is awesome :D and beautiful too, well worth a looksee, very beautiful country. I know the eastern side better though, the Drakensburg mountains and the Natal Bush

Good girl :kiss: Quality is very very important

And I can get some very very good cake ;) :devil:

*grabs passport*

So many places, so little time... Definitely going to go, although I think New Zealand and a bit of Oz is probably higher on the list, when we can get three months or so to do it properly. Such a long way... :(

'Get' cake? You mean you're not going to craft it with your own fair hands? I think the exchange rate for homemade cake is likely to be way better ;)
 
Aww, you are lovely...I rather think we would have far to much fun chatting to sit in silence, especially after a few cocktails...the travel stories alone! :rose:

That sounds lovely too. Shall we start with something really girly? I'm quite partial to something creamy like a dacquiri, and it is the start of the strawberry season today, apparently :)
 
Interesting that the dichotomy for English speakers is as old as the Norman Conquest. Taking on the French word for the dead animal's meat, and maintaining the Anglo Saxon word for the live animal.

That's mostly because the Anglo Saxons only ever saw the animal alive, while the Normans mostly saw them roasted

I never thought about that before, but yes! Cow - beef, pig - pork, sheep - mutton. What does that tell us about lamb and chicken, I wonder? That they didn't eat them, because lambs grow into sheep (bigger, more meat, other lambs), and chickens lay eggs?
 
*grabs passport*

So many places, so little time... Definitely going to go, although I think New Zealand and a bit of Oz is probably higher on the list, when we can get three months or so to do it properly. Such a long way... :(

'Get' cake? You mean you're not going to craft it with your own fair hands? I think the exchange rate for homemade cake is likely to be way better ;)

I can get cake made by much more experienced hands, My hands are better at............ other things
 
I never thought about that before, but yes! Cow - beef, pig - pork, sheep - mutton. What does that tell us about lamb and chicken, I wonder? That they didn't eat them, because lambs grow into sheep (bigger, more meat, other lambs), and chickens lay eggs?

Darling, I keep hens. Repeat, hens. Please don't call them chickens. If you do, my live-at-home son who loves them will go doolally. :D
 
Simon, you keep hens in addition to everything else? Do you have any faults?

Because the only one I've noticed is that you're over there and unavailable instead of over here and in my bed. :devil::D :kiss:

:rose: xx

I've a dreadful fault permanently lodged in my head. I'm really vain about my sexual abilities. I keep imagining myself taking sexy women I know into the orbital reaches of orgasmic joy. Over and over. And over. And especially one or two special friends on Lit.

It's a terrible thing.
 
:kiss: Numi
:kiss: Wild Honey


Just popping in while I am resting for once. :D

Azul:rose: Enjoy your rest!

:rose: xx

I've a dreadful fault permanently lodged in my head. I'm really vain about my sexual abilities. I keep imagining myself taking sexy women I know into the orbital reaches of orgasmic joy. Over and over. And over. And especially one or two special friends on Lit.

It's a terrible thing.

You're quite forgiven. :D

And I'm off to bed with a silly smile on my face... :eek::rose:
 
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