Ginger, I wanted to let you know that my spousal unit is coming back to FL this weekend (yay! Anniversary together!!) so your kind personal invitation must be declined. I’m sure his decision to come back home early had nothing to do with his fear of getting a lapful of ice cream.
I swear I didn’t invite the waitress.
I’m in the “Maybe” column. My husband may be out of town, and if so, I need to find a babysitter, and explain to the hubby why I’m going off to meet a bunch of strangers from the Internet.
If I come, I’ll bring something desserty.
No shit.
I’ve had three political reporters (2 staunch republicans and one staunch democrat) call me (and I quote) a ‘Crazy Whack-Job Anarchist’ and tell me I had no place trying to cover the hill.
heh heh heh
Bring the kids!
I talked to Cleophus last night and hes a no. Hopefully you got the info on our transplanted Philly Dopers from TP
I found her email address and sent her a heads-up, and if you look up you’ll see that she’s responded.
So I see. That’ll teach me to read more carefully next time.
Bring the homebrew on moi 
I have thus far made two different kinds of cookies and some weird mince rollup things. oday will probably be tarts and more cookies. Pumpkin pie later this week so it doesn’t dry out.
I sincerely hope you people like baked goods. Nobody leaves until they’re eaten.
Jeez.
What would happen at MY house if I said that at one of my parties?
Okay, I’m in. I’ll bring Chanukah cookies along with the black bottle of bubbly.
I’d predict you’d need a bigger parking lot, JC.
The aroma of shortbread cookies is wafting through my house. I wish I could bottle this scent.
Awwww… I wanna come… I’m sad now.How many miles away are you from me? I’m sure I could hitchhike…
Well then bake away my good man, bake away. Just if I ever offer you cookies and say I made them myself, run, run very fast. You would need a jackhammer to even try and eat anything I bake.
This reminds me of a funny, but absolutely true, story. One summer while my sister (who was then 15) was visiting my aunt and uncle, she made cookies. They were like Edward the Head cookies, apparently, as they were too hard to eat.
My uncle, Greg, used them as skeets.
I told my office-mate (who’s something of a gun nut) that he should take all of our unusable AOL and other CDs to the sporting clay range. He told me that, because of the weight and hole in the center (or something), CDs don’t make good skeet.
I still don’t see why he couldn’t have just thrown them in the air and shot them. Silly guy, he was probably concerned about safety or something.
I’m still planning on coming, but given the amount of food being made, I should probably just bring my appetite. And maybe a spare.
A spare hollow leg?
Meros, prepare yourself for a full-on moi hug/tackle. I’ve been missin’ my Philladopers! 
Ginger, can I get some directions?
I’m in. Sorry I took so long to confirm but there were some late debates about my schedule.