ok, need a kick in the butt to make you feel at home? *kick* (geez, you don't unnerstand intj's and/or ol' farts at all, do you?)

you read the stories in the blog??? heehee! ....and you're 'surprised'.

awww, that's the sweetest thing you've ever given me! and low calorie, too!

one strawberry daquiri, coming up!

Happy Valentine's to you, too

Actually, I had some fun doing some WC Swing last night. New salsa venue, but kind of screwy, playing pop music between sets of live salsa music. WC Swing is swing designed to be danced with pop music, and I had a perfect partner. We owned the floor for several minutes. When we finally left the floor, others found the courage to do their "bouncy bouncy" pop music dancing.

Work? No, I dance tonight!

Cute pic. Pity the "HIDE" logic seems to fail for images. I had to "View Source"

I need to go back to writing my paper. There are tears from the moon.
[HIDE="*offers heart of friendship*"][/HIDE]

To the moon and back.

I'm working on this paper. But, if I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Listen baby, ain't no mountain high enough... to keep me from getting to you.

Cupid sent me with this.
*pours heart confetti on cara and cara's bf*
*quits job*

stop it. it's valentine's day. ack right, would you? it's not about 'romance', it's about chocolate....

this romanticism...it's making me hurt...sinatra for gosh sake...aiyiyi! leggo my hand! you're pulling on my fingers *pop*snap*crunch*ouch!

come 'ere, dawg! don't run to the neighbors! i'll find another pickle to hush her up!

my poor dawg...he's not in tune with this stuff.

here, let me put some alchohol on that cut maybe a little tranquilizer in your drink?

Yes. There was a big storm predicted in Boston. Ironically, it snowed very little. Many flights were canceled anyway. Bummed.

Today was yesterday...the interesting thing that happened is that my flight to Switzerland was canceled. That was a bummer.

So you drew boxes and arrows after all?

*gently places dill pickle in cara's open mouth*

i can see there will be more snoring than talking at this point...you DO know i have fleas, don't you? i don't mean the dog does, i mean i do.

oh, goody. a person who can't cook nuthin' but marshmallows is as useful as a pair of shoes with no sole. i think we need to have a conversation about what you are contributing to this arrangement....

'delicious meal' harrumph!

i want you to know, i'm STILL lauging over my response to you that'll teach you to come plop yer butt down in my house and wanna be fed.

reb reaches in the drawer, pulls out a spatula. hands it to cara...'cook, then we eat.' (reb does not have a dining room...you're sittin on the floor, girl. get up! you'll have dog hair on your heinie) (oh, man...the potential here is endless...)

Draw boxes and arrows!

Ugh, I've drawn diagrams like that. You should see my whiteboard.

yeah, i see how you are. you get tired like this after bout 10 minutes every night. i bet you'll have to have a cigarette now....*hears refrigerator door thunk*

get out of my wine!