entitled
the quiet one
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i could fix that. i'm mean with a wooden spoon.zeb1094 said:That's even my problem when we try and make them from scatch. I sit there and eat the dough while my wife is trying to bake them.![]()

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i could fix that. i'm mean with a wooden spoon.zeb1094 said:That's even my problem when we try and make them from scatch. I sit there and eat the dough while my wife is trying to bake them.![]()

that brings back too many memories... *ouch*entitled said:i could fix that. i'm mean with a wooden spoon.![]()
i was the youngest sibling. We didn't get the wooden spoons at mealtime, so i learned how to deal blows with knives and forks first.Anniejustagirl said:that brings back too many memories... *ouch*
dayum.... and what is your mood like when you Are hung over?! or are these simply cherished childhood memories?!entitled said:i was the youngest sibling. We didn't get the wooden spoons at mealtime, so i learned how to deal blows with knives and forks first.
But, I'm fast! In and out with the cookie dought before you could even blink! They call me the dough ninja!entitled said:i could fix that. i'm mean with a wooden spoon.![]()

Childhood memories.Anniejustagirl said:dayum.... and what is your mood like when you Are hung over?! or are these simply cherished childhood memories?!![]()

But i've got a big stick and can chase you down. MWAHAHHAHAHA!!!zeb1094 said:But, I'm fast! In and out with the cookie dought before you could even blink! They call me the dough ninja!![]()
at least you have them all well trainedentitled said:Childhood memories.
When i'm hung over they clear the house for a few days. Even the mailman doesn't come around.
Zeb... Do you suppose she is a "shoe throwin' mama" too?!entitled said:But i've got a big stick and can chase you down. MWAHAHHAHAHA!!!
No wire hangers!Anniejustagirl said:Zeb... Do you suppose she is a "shoe throwin' mama" too?!
Sorry, I run really, really fast when someone is chasing me with a big stick.entitled said:But i've got a big stick and can chase you down. MWAHAHHAHAHA!!!
Anniejustagirl said:Zeb... Do you suppose she is a "shoe throwin' mama" too?!

somehow i think her aim is deadly too. Hope you duck as well as you run fast!zeb1094 said:Sorry, I run really, really fast when someone is chasing me with a big stick.![]()
That and anything she can get her hands on!![]()

I have dodge many a bullit, literally! I think I can dodge coat hangers and the like!Anniejustagirl said:somehow i think her aim is deadly too. Hope you duck as well as you run fast!![]()

isn't that the ultimate definition of a blissful Sunday?!malachiteink said:BLURT: How can I be so tired after 9 good hours of sleep and a decent breakfast? But I AM!
Anniejustagirl said:isn't that the ultimate definition of a blissful Sunday?!
ahhhhh in that case.... energetic waves of wakefulness being sent your way.malachiteink said:It would be -- if I didn't have a concert performance in 3 hours....
Anniejustagirl said:ahhhhh in that case.... energetic waves of wakefulness being sent your way.![]()
Anniejustagirl said:isn't that the ultimate definition of a blissful Sunday?!


now i know that i've been single way too damn long.... that Mostly sounds fabulous! I'd rather shop for riding leathers and music....impressive said:Not mine.
My definition includes pre-dawn sex, more snuggle-sleep, a long shower together (with peppermint, of course), good coffee & fresh fruit for breakfast ... followed by shopping (and splurging on shoes & slinky things to wear on special occasions). Return home to more sex (in the hot tub this time), a rare steak, a good movie, and back to bed.
*le sigh*
false pretenses
life's coarser intercourse
oft leads us in directions best
left untraveled
roads fraught with peril
to heart and soul
stealing tomorrow
from the jaws of today
truth lies in the soft
sighs of passion, the warmth
of a word and skin shared
without remorse we leave
only the shell of past pretenses
and the faint hope that our
hours will bleed no more