to point out that billing customers for work not done may rise to the level of a federal offense if you use the mails. I don’t think you’d look good in an orange jumpsuit with numbers across your back.
as long as you don’t take on Tinkerbell’s personality. As I recall she didn’t like other girls too much. And right now this is a girl’s only slumber party.
in those GREAT BIG rollers we used in the 60’s? Then give each other manicures? But let’s not tell ghost stories because they give me nightmares. Let’s play singles on our record players and dance 🙂
When Ben was about 4 we’d sit around in the dark and tell scary stories. His were always nonsensical but every single one of them ended with “and nothing was left except bones and blood.”
He got his from watching “Are you Afraid of the Dark” on Nickelodeon. No necking was involved.
I hated those ones too. The scratching on the roof of the car – the boyfriend who goes out to investigate.
How about the urban legend where the woman stops for gas and when she goes to pay the guy (must have been in the old days) he says “I think this 20 is counterfeit, you’ll have to come with me” – and then he tells her that there’s a man with an axe in her back seat. Eek.
I think I slept to 6:30 one time so I don’t think I have to worry about it being a habit but I sure to get used to doing nothing … but then again I was balanced by you who seemed to have spent the entire time working every second. 😉
I think they’re afraid we’re going to ask THEM to paint our toenails. Not all guys are as secure as Kevin Costner’s character in Bull Durham — unfortunately.
I have never in my entire life had nail polish on my toenails so I don’t think I’ll start now. For that matter, I’ve ever had nail polish on my fingernails either.
Me too. That’s one of the good things about having kids. When they need money you can make them give you a foot rub first. I always told them to pretend it was playdoh and moosh and squeeze it. 🙂
Back when Mr. Nature was motivated he swore he could make me orgasm by pressing some place on the bottom of my foot. Didn’t work. I had to fake it then, too.
not with Olivia. She needs to come to your Indiana B&B and I’ll come over for the day. Can you promise her chocolate? I’ll give her a foot massage — with chocolate if necessary.
I’m working on her coming to visit — I’ve pointed out how much fun she would have taking pictures here in the spring which is, I think, even better than chocolate.
so I don’t have to go back to work on monday for many, many days.
and not be able to work. We won’t tell if we suspect you’re faking.
but since I work at home, I always work when I’m sick.
start a new policy on sick days. don’t work.
Even better new policy — bill customers for sick time.
to point out that billing customers for work not done may rise to the level of a federal offense if you use the mails. I don’t think you’d look good in an orange jumpsuit with numbers across your back.
This of course does not constitute legal advice.
does it constitute illegal advice?
it constitute’s friendly advice 🙂
Is it too early to put on my pajamas and get in bed? I could still blog on the laptop.
I’m one-half of the second most boring couple in the world — of course, it’s not too early to put on your pj’s and get in bed.
because I already did it before I read your permission. It is now officially a pajama party. A very low key pajama party.
I don’t have pajamas. I do have a size XXL tinkerbell shirt in a lovely lavender. Will that do?
as long as you don’t take on Tinkerbell’s personality. As I recall she didn’t like other girls too much. And right now this is a girl’s only slumber party.
Ok, will you do my hair? I really suck at girly stuff. It’s actually pretty easy since 75% of it fell out when I was 29.
in those GREAT BIG rollers we used in the 60’s? Then give each other manicures? But let’s not tell ghost stories because they give me nightmares. Let’s play singles on our record players and dance 🙂
the one thing you don’t want to do is the only thing on your list I would want to do.
that you and SN would probably ignore my objections and scare me to death.
We could make prank phone calls instead 🙂
prince albert in a can
you better let him out …
My sisters used little orange juice cans as rollers. 🙂
I have a couple of old Bobby Sherman 45s around here somewhere…
could we tell scary stories instead?
Do you have a flashlight?
When Ben was about 4 we’d sit around in the dark and tell scary stories. His were always nonsensical but every single one of them ended with “and nothing was left except bones and blood.”
I hated those stories about the serial killers/monsters attacking the couples necking in their cars out in the middle of nowhere.
He got his from watching “Are you Afraid of the Dark” on Nickelodeon. No necking was involved.
I hated those ones too. The scratching on the roof of the car – the boyfriend who goes out to investigate.
How about the urban legend where the woman stops for gas and when she goes to pay the guy (must have been in the old days) he says “I think this 20 is counterfeit, you’ll have to come with me” – and then he tells her that there’s a man with an axe in her back seat. Eek.
in the car door.
I guess we ought to move left.
there is no need to go into details. Really.
Context is everything — if you wear it to sleep in, it’s pj’s.
I never understood pjs. Special clothes to sleep in. I’ve spent my whole life just whipping off my jeans and jumping into bed.
I always slept in t-shirts but for some reason or other in recent years I switched to nightshirts.
It’s one of the concessions you make in becoming an old lady. You don’t want to be found dead in ratty underpants and a tinkerbell tshirt.
I’m not old yet — my underpants are ratty.
It is officvial you have to go to work Monday and get over sleeping as late as 6:30 am. LOL I hope you had a wonderful two weeks off.
I think I slept to 6:30 one time so I don’t think I have to worry about it being a habit but I sure to get used to doing nothing … but then again I was balanced by you who seemed to have spent the entire time working every second. 😉
ROTFLMAO!!!!! The reason I did not respond sooner was I doing anew podcast. LOL
Madam Speaker Sounds Good but Madam President Sounds Better!!!
Plus, as I recall, you looked awfully fetching in your nightie and flannel shirt and wool socks. Very fetching indeed.
It was a chamois shirt — from LL Bean, part of chic wardrobe.
And in a pinch you can suds your car with it.
you can read about the hook for yourself.
noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Are you squeamish because you spent so many nights making out in Pacers and Dodge Aries?
With that high roof, a Pacer would offer all sorts of sexy possibilities.
As well as visibility.
the guy with the hook …. eek!
how come I never dated the guys with the Trans Ams?
Because you weren’t a cheerleader?
because I wasn’t easy enough … ::sniff::
Easy ENOUGH?
In ’67, I dated a guy with a 1960 Cadillac Biarritz. It was wonderfully tacky. Unfortunately, he was unwonderfully insane.
I have never heard of that car. My first serious BF had a Matador. Oooh, baby!
It was a huge cadillac with huge fins. And it had all these gizmos that I’d never seen before — the one I remember was the automatic brights dimmer.
WE’re just having a grand old 3-way here. Do you think anyone is lurking and they’re just too grossed out to chime in?
Could be — the other night I dropped by the cafe and FM, refinish and dada would chatting away and it just seemed intrusive to join in.
Or it could be that the rest of BT are all attending cotillion dances.
They’re all watching football. <yawn>
or hockey or basketball — we are at the time of great confluence.
I think they’re afraid we’re going to ask THEM to paint our toenails. Not all guys are as secure as Kevin Costner’s character in Bull Durham — unfortunately.
I have never in my entire life had nail polish on my toenails so I don’t think I’ll start now. For that matter, I’ve ever had nail polish on my fingernails either.
Have you had a foot/leg massage?
but I had a friend in college who was a nursing major and gave outstanding back massages.
I like foot massages — but they can’t be too gentle because I’m really ticklish.
Me too. That’s one of the good things about having kids. When they need money you can make them give you a foot rub first. I always told them to pretend it was playdoh and moosh and squeeze it. 🙂
mmmmm mooshing and squeezing. I like when my heels are squeezed, for some reason it releases a lot of tension.
Back when Mr. Nature was motivated he swore he could make me orgasm by pressing some place on the bottom of my foot. Didn’t work. I had to fake it then, too.
I only believe in faking it on special occasions. Like his birthday. Otherwise, uh uh. He just needs to work harder 🙂
I remember those days. Now it’s just to make him STOP. It’s not going to happen, not on these pills, dammit. I am not Mt. Everest.
Maybe it’s just because I haven’t had one but the appeal just isn’t there. I do love back massages though.
I used to love them until I realized it was always considered foreplay.
Ryan painted one of my thumbnails when she was little, and it felt like it was suffocating.
Nor are we (ok, me) as wonderfully sexy as Susan Sarandon.
<sigh> no …
What really sucks is she’s at least 10 years older than us and still sexier.
she sold her soul to the devil …
yeah, but it was worth it.
I’m 10 years older than you and I’m not sexy at all.
You’re sexy in a “don’t know you’re sexy” kind of way. 🙂
remind me to get a second opinion whenever you tell me some guy is sexy.
That’s probably a good idea. At this point any guy with a penis and who doesn’t have a LazyBoy attached to his ass would be sexy in my book.
I don’t see any reason to require a penis.
I understand. Since Jim’s accident, right?
sexy and spouse are oxymorons
is all that matters … 😉
Olivia! Can I paint your nails and tell you scary stories?
chocolate?
what ever happened to our death by chocolate B&B weekend with Olivia?
We went to chicago instead.
not with Olivia. She needs to come to your Indiana B&B and I’ll come over for the day. Can you promise her chocolate? I’ll give her a foot massage — with chocolate if necessary.
as much as I love chocolate, a chocolate foot massge just sounds…. words cannot discribe the images that come to mind and none of them good. LOL
maybe just a little essence of chocolate — or peppermint chocolate! — in the water during the soak.
maybe not LOL but the oils sound much better than a chocoalte massage.
I think so too, but Olivia is crazy about chocolate …
now eting chocolate dipped strawberries and drinking expensive champagne while some one massages your feet sounds like heaven. LOL
I LIKE the way you think 🙂
ROTFLMAO!!!!! I might be broke but I do enjoy the finer things in life when I get a chance. LOL
got undone by chicago.
I’m working on her coming to visit — I’ve pointed out how much fun she would have taking pictures here in the spring which is, I think, even better than chocolate.
Andi anyone is always welcome when we are chatting. I love all you folks.
WEll, I guess since I’ve been up for 16 hours I’m probably overdue for a shower.
Thanks for the pajama party, ladies.
Maryb – don’t forget to let the gas man out of the basement.
::sniff::
leaving so soon?
I forgot to tell you – I was always the boring one who fell asleep first.
I’m really going now. Night.
and then head off to bed.
Night.
Sweet Dream Miss Andi!!!!!