Cite? Picture cite? Please?
It’s a mad, mad world.
Um, pic?
I haven’t seen the beauty and fel that I’m missing out.
There are pictures of me around somewhere, but I don’t know where anymore.
I was about to give you a “Right On!”, but then I started to think about some of the women I’ve known. Now, I don’t know alice and don’t recall ever seeing a picture, so this has nothing to do with her. I have met women so gorgeous that you have to remind your heart to beat, yet when you learned who they really are, every future time you see them you are reminded of Janet Reno. And that includes one gorgeous redhead who did a number on me. Looks alone are not enough to form a good value judgment.
I don’t know.
Ouch.
My daughter & her friends used to have a “chocolate party” in such circumstances. They would buy a LOT of chocolate - ice cream, frosting, brownies, you name it - and then they would sit aroudn in a group and complain about all the rotten stuff that guys were doing to them. They ended up laughing and feeling much better in the end.
Least,
Here is a photo of Alice and myself, I’m the one in the hat.
The food options are out. Stress makes me lose my appetite.
Activities are good - I do run and I’ve been doing that quite a bit. And I’m very busy.
How about some REALLY creative ideas?
I do look fetching in blue.
Mend?
How about planning your escape from Canada right down to very fine details? Time of departure, mode of transport, time and cost of way points between here and the final destination. Start looking for a realtor or getting a true value of the kind of coin you are going walk away with when you sell your place. Catalogue all the stuff you are going to keep and what you are going to sell. Figure out how much you’ll get for selling all that stuff and tally it up in the budget. Continue investigating the immigration laws of your chosen destination. Get a big 3 ring binder and lay out the whole thing from beginning to end. If there is more than a 4 hour period missing from the itinerary you’ve missed something.
Repair?
Put on very sheer, very revealing lingerie and cover with an overcoat. Schmooz your way into the locker room of your prefered sports team where you should then dispense with the overcoat. Have one hell of an afternoon. Repeat as needed.
Well, you did say you wanted creative. 
Humm - interesting.
Why don’t you come hang out in Baltimore? We have Ikea.
Tempting. Sadly I have a few things preventing me from running away from home just now. 
And here I was thinking you were the one with the bow in your hair.
Heh.
I thought he was the one with the stripes.