A dyke that plays softball??! That's crazy. Next you'll be telling me lesbians like the rugby.
No, see, the LAST girlfriend is busy playing in the opening game of the women's football team tonight. The one before THAT plays rugby. :) [Um, clearly I'm going through all the sports, I suddenly realize.]
You know, you don't have to wait for the end of the evening to kiss....
...it was more like I was waiting for the right amount of alcohol in the system. Or the right amount of "not so many people being around". Or something.
meara, have you hit "golfer" yet? or "tennis?" or do those have to wait until you're not such a young 'un?
Okay, our cat IS smarter than your average honor student.
There was something of a minor mystery when we have wanted to use the swag lamp above the couch in the dining room. Every time we wanted to use the lamp, the in-line would not work. I would invariably find that down beside the couch under the small table, the power strip would be off. I developed a theory that the cats were walking on it or something.
Tonight was no different. I presented my theory to Andi and she was skeptical. I suggested maybe the surge strip circuit protection went off. She thought that more likely. Besides, she "never sees" the cats go down there.
Okay, I said, reaching down to turn the strip back on, with the soft red glow back on the switch, the swag lamp finally came on. We watched Doctor Who and Andi took advantage of the swag lamp to do a spot of sewing.
As we sat there, Harvey the cat climbed up on me and nodded off. Later he rose off my chest and shoulder and walked down to the end of the couch. Then he went down between the couch under the table.
I pointed this out to Andi. "Huh," she said, "I guess they do go down there."
It was at that very moment that the swag light went out.
We started laughing, and Harvey popped up out from under there and trotted off to other mischief.
I have another theory that goes: Harvey sees the red light, goes down there, bats at it, and it goes away.
Andi maintains Harvey just doesn't like the swag lamp.
I'm really not good at Passover
That's OK, Hil. I've been craving pasta 24 hours before Passover even started. I'm not good with things taken away from me without justified reason.
Anyway, if you're not a strict vegan, try having matzo with cheese. I love it, and this, along with matzo brie, is often my breakfast in Passover.
My very not-Jewish Canadian CSer called the matzo crackers, and by that changed my family's PoV on them forever. It is very much like crackers!
I've had Allan Sherman in my head all day
Momma's little baby loves matzo matzo
Momma's little baby love matzo balls!
Back from passover. It got kinda drunk out because we used really big glasses of wine. Around the third glass our toasts turned into "Guzzletov!". And we danced around shouting "Sedar Night Fever!". We also did a chorus of "Jews just want to have fun!". I contributed: "Every time I think of Elijah, water come-a me eye!". Anyhow, first time drunk posting on this board.
that was remarkably coherent for a drunk post. You didn't even mention nipples.
tacklehugs Laga
whee!
Aw, I luvs me some drunk posting from geeky Jews. Carry on, Typo Boy.
