xoxo to all

I don't think any Cellar women mind your nice compliments. ;)

If we do, we can turn right around and read how inconsequential we are. UG is always willing to tell us what plebeians we are.

(And by we I mean me.)

Ahhh, balance. That's what makes a good life. Balance and money. :)

.. and pasta.

And pasta.

And pizza.

I'm thinking of driving my poor stupid ass to Godfather's after work (there's one in a town that's a bit out of my way but on the way home.) I haven't had one since HS, and that just sounds really good.

And by me, she means we :p

:)

Am I wrong to feel a little hurt by, of all people, UG? ;)

I'll get out of the bitter barn soon, I swear!

Babba, being hurt by UG is like being hurt by the weather.
You can't control it, therefore don't worry about it.

We all love Sarge, so we'll lay outside and take our clothes off.
You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.

If it's flies ye be wantin'.

I was sure I'd wooed UG with my wit and charm.

Sigh. What time will the Shedding of the Clothes occur?

Being hurt by UG is like being hurt by a pebble in your shoe. Shake the damn thing out and throw it as far as you can.

That sounds like a cosmic way of honoring Sarge. We'll all go out al fresco at the same time and send sexy thoughts his way. Now if we just can get all the time zones right... :hearts:

Given that probably means 3am in Yorkshire, i'll pass on the alfresco part of that plan :p

You can always send naked pictures this way. Except for IM. I want to see her in the panda suit

I'm glad you're willing to settle for a panda suit, Sarge. ;)

Now, you apologize right now and pile on the compliments. :D

While ya fap into that sock Sundae was talking 'bout...

Now, I've got get naked and think about Sarge.

Wait, that didn't come out right.:yelsick:

Texas can take the 3 AM slot--it's still 90 degrees overnight here...