BTW, I think it’s called a morning suit, not a mourning suit. One would hope that any man perspicacious enough to marry you would not be in mourning on the day of the wedding. IIRC, the morning suit is proper attire for formal occasions before 4pm, after which time a tuxedo is considered proper.
This from a man who owns one suit which he hasn’t worn in years, and which he suspects no longer fits him.
No you’d still be effed, except that it would just be sex instead of sweet, gentle lovemaking. And of course I love you for your body and not your mind. Your mind is far, far too dirty. 
That works. 
To quote Claus Von Bulow, “You have no idea!”
I have one of these things so I don’t get locked out.
If you dump your woman, and insure that she doesn’t come after me, you can have Legos and a whole bunch of '60’s era Tinkertoys and Lincoln Logs–real wood and only a few teeth marks.
Not that I’m trying to steal anybody’s somebody, I’m just answering the question.
Hey, hey, HEY! Turn my back for a minute, and what do I find?
Kallessa, you underhanded jezebel! Legos and Tinkertoys?! That’s just plain cheating!
You already have Exgineer, you wanton. (And, for the record, he wanted me first! :p) So you can just back up off of my man! He might have hairy palms, but, dammit, he’s mine!
That goes for you, too, Tanookie!
Hey, hey, HEY! Turn my back for a minute, and what do I find?
Kallessa, you underhanded jezebel! Legos and Tinkertoys?! That’s just plain cheating!
You already have Exgineer, you wanton hussy. (And, for the record, he wanted me first! :p) So you can just back up off of my man! He might have hairy palms, but, dammit, he’s mine!
That goes for you, too, Tanookie!
Sorry about the double post. I am having problems with the hamsters today.
quoth the benippled welby
Not only am I NOT getting flirted with, MY appellation is getting thrown at other women!!
This is the pits!
Har har
-Ellen. (stewing in her own juice)
What? Me, an underhanded jezebel, a hussy? <puts on innocent face> Good gracious, no, not me. I was just answering welby’s question about whether or not he could have Legos. Is it my fault he feels the need to ask other women about Legos? And I brought up the Tinkertoys only in the spirit of full disclosure, not as any type of inticement. Can I help it if welby is interested in my Tinkertoys? Do I have to hide my Tinkertoys, and perhaps my Lincoln Logs, just because it may attarct random men to me? Are you so worried that your Legos won’t be enough for welby that you feel threatened by my little building toys? Really, Wintermute, have more faith in yourself. Remember, he loves for your pie as well.
I loved Lincoln Logs when I was a kid… and bristle blocks… and play-doh.
There are days when I think unconscously I had kids to play with toys again and then I remembered I had kids because I was cocky about the whole infertility thing and didn’t exactly take any precautions against kids 
Oh and I was playing all nice and trying to not steal anyone’s hairly palmed, benippled, hunk of burning love but since now it seems a challenge I have almost every videogame system from (and including) the atari 2600 through the PS2. I have play-doh. I have legos. Heck I even have a basement full of tools!
There is also an industrial eye bolt in the bedroom ceiling and if you have to ask what that’s for then you don’t need to know Wintermute isn’t the only one with deviant sexual habits around here!
::Snort:: Yeah, whatever. :dubious:
Just what are you implying, here?
“Full disclosure”, my a**!
Oh, oh, it’s Lincoln Logs, now?! I see how it is. And to answer your (presumably rhetorical) question, yes. Yes, you do.
I have plenty of both faith and toys (although you can’t build with them ;)) , and I may bake a damn fine pie, but what woman can compete with Tinker Toys, Legos and Lincoln Logs?! I think Pamela Anderson would have a hard time competing with their siren call.
So you are using patently underhanded and devious methods to lure Welby’s affections away from me. You may look all sweet and innocent, but I’ve got your number, chickie. You keep this up and I may have to break out the mineral oil and the kiddie pool and challenge you to a fight.
I love having nieces and nephews just so I have an excuse to go to Toys ‘R’ Us and play. Heck, my youngest sisters got My Little Ponies and Barbies for years just so I could play with them, too.
That’s just not right, woman. You don’t play fair, either. 
Don’t make me lay the smack down on your candy ass!
Hey! Who you callin’ deviant?! Nothing wrong with a little deviancy from time to time.
-Winter, snipping merrily away
(I can’t wait to see Welby’s reaction when he comes back and finds not one, but three of us fighting over him! His head’s going to be so big he won’t fit through the door. :D)
You all realize, of course, that I could have welby in a heartbeat because of my chocolate cake. However, that’s way too easy, and I don’t like easy men, so I’m staying out of this silly tiff.
Just felt you had to know.
Chocolate cake! You can’t just come in here and start talking about your chocolate cake, FairyChatMom, it gives you too great an advantage! It’s worse than Tanookie’s power tools!
If you are going to start talking chocolate cake, I’m just giving up and going home. That kind of talk should be illegal. I mean, really! It’s gotta be immoral, at the very least!
::wonders off muttering about the moral implications of FCM’s chocolate cake::
And I know Welby’s easy, why do you think I like him?
You know, I have a wonderful chocolate cake recipe. A dark, devil’s food cake with four layers and a whipped cream-cocoa frosting. A very good cake, indeed, moist, rich, even decadent (a bit like me, I guess). Or the lighter chocolate cake flavored with orange liqueur and alternating layers of whipped cream and chocolate butter cream frosting.
Not the Welby would be interested in these chocolate cakes. Not when Wintermute makes such a damn fine pie.
You all may make fine cakes indeed… but can you make cakes that look like computers? Or ones decorated with a big picture of dilbert? Simba? South Park? just to name a few of the cakes I’ve done.
Can you make roses from chocolate shavings?
I can also bake whoopie pies from scratch! And when I make cookies I make cookie sandwiches with home made butter cream frosting. Oh and cupcakes… with frosting inside and on top.
Well, none of you have anything to worry about from me - it was just an idle threat of sorts. After all, I’m Rue’s #1 Special Friend. How can welby possibly compete with that? Or Ex? Or swampbear (who told the world I’m a cheap date)? Like I said, I just felt you should know… <snicker>
I’m hurt, Kallessa.
Just when I thought I might have met my true love, she leaves me for welby.
I hate that guy. He always steals my girlfriends, and still puts on his “innocent” face and claims to be be my best buddy. I’m starting to think he’s not really my friend, and he’s just using me as a bird dog.
That’s close to the story of my life, actually.*
I don’t care much about baking talent, anyway. I want a woman who can make me fried chicken. Good fried chicken. I’d sell welby’s soul along with my own for a woman like that.
Back to business.
We’ve devolved this discussion to Lincoln Logs, now? I hated those things. The most fun my brother and I ever had with those sawed-into-pieces-and-notched-at-the-ends-so-we-could-fit-them-together broomhandles was building fences at the end of the Hot Wheels track.
Seriously, how many log cabins can you build before you get bored? Remember those red plastic roof pieces that came in the '70s version? They made pretty colored flames when you burned 'em. There was a lot of black smoke too, so we mostly burned 'em outside the house. Mostly.
*To those posters who remember every other little whiny complaint I have categorized as “the story of my life:”
I’m shooting for poetic license in the interest of entertainment. And failing on all counts, as usual.
Gee I didn’t start setting things on fire until I was introduced to alcohol… granted that was at a pretty young age (14) but still…
I made houses out of the lincoln logs and they made pretty cool fred flinstone cars. Most of my houses ended up with trucks driving through them but that was my chance to rebuild. For extra fun one day I tried to mortar all my blocks together with toothpaste. Let’s just say that failed.
Grrr, you had to mention hot wheels! I had the best hot wheels collection on the block and the kids next door borrowed my cars one night and played ‘smash up derby’ WITH A HAMMER! And gave me all the pieces back the next day. I lend nothing to anyone anymore 
