Well, this morning I had a homemade snickerdoodle muffin - and that had cinnamon chips in it! Yumm.
I was also good this morning - I actually was able to drag my lazy carcass out of bed and do my weight routine. And this week I actually moved from extremely girly 3 pound hand weights to less girly 5 pound weights. Go me!
And to set the men (except swampy) a-drooling - I am looking mighty hot today. I bought a dress around fourth of July that I never got to wear - and with the weather chilling down, I thought now would be the time to wear it. It’s very v-necked - which is why I wore it on a day when my boss wasn’t in. Don’t want to accidentally flash a bra at the boss!
No, I mean GOOD HEAVENS! If you’re gonna do that, you do it on purpose.
My boss is working from home today. That means he will not be seeing ANY of my clothing at all today. I will try to be productive. I really will. But since I’m just learning this job, I’m not producing much at all lately. Apparently that’s okay, though, so I’m not in danger of getting canned.
Okay Bibliocat, you’re on! I wanna see Vanity Fair, but some part of me also wants to see Cellular. We have one reportedly very good movie versus another with varying levels of suck-itude detected, but with action and cute boys running around. I am conflicted.
Swampbear, did I not warn about the embarrassment brought by any association with toadstools? I will explore these intriguing snickerdoodle muffins, make some, and send you a couple to soothe your grammer ruffled fur. So susan, just how does one make snickerdoodle muffins? Inquiring minds need the recipe because inquiring minds say the snickerdoodle is the ne plus ultra of cookies and muffins would just extend the love that much more.
My problem today is not of a bra peeking out but of my pantaloons showing. This skirt is cute but I will not be picking anything up off the floor today, that’s for sure. It’s a strange feeling, this is, but great for my posture.
Where’s Ex? Have I missed his posting?
Also, I thought PET was a brand of condensed milk. You don’t need to scan anybody for that, just ask 'em what they’ve been cooking. Sheesh, those tests are expensive people, help to lower health care costs!
I KNEW it! You’re really nothing like the real Ex, the family birthmark of a rampant swan eating rutabagas is very poorly done. Hint: more feathers. Still, ya wanna come to the movies with Bibliocat and I? We’re gonna watch two movies and only one could be called a chick flick. Psst, Bibiokitty babe, don’t worry, he looks the type to spring for the extra large tub o’popcorn.
In that case I need to clue ya in on something. If ya call me angel pants the real angel pants tends to get upset. So, don’t call me angel pants cause that’d be a dead giveaway you ain’t the real Ex. Just sayin’ cause I don’t want ya to go to jail or nuttin’.
s_f while true I wouldn’t be all turned on, I would tell ya how yummy you look in that dress.
Oh, and Kalley, I ain’t never said I got me some good grammar. So There!
Well, I hate popcorn, so it’s all yours.
I’m hoping he’ll spring for one of those 5-pound boxes of Junior Mints or Sno-Caps. Now, that’s a movie treat!
You know, when you write about how hot you look in a certain outfit, yet fail to post links to appropriate pictures, you are only being a PT - Post Tease. Don’t torture us, women, we need proof – or in SDMB shorthand: CITE!?!
Oh no Biblio, the popcorn at this theater is delicious. You’ll like it. If not you can throw it at Ex. And have you ever noticed that popcorn breath is absolutely nasty?
I’m happy because I don’t have to go to the gym today. Then I’m thinking to myself that it’s sad that I feel this way about something I’ll be doing for so very many years. When do I not have to work out anymore? Will I be shuffling around a gym when I’m seventy? I would check my expiration date but I don’t bend that way.
Oh, no, Ash, you don’t understand. I don’t just dislike popcorn, I hate popcorn. Popcorn is vile. When I rule the world, it will be outlawed, along with licorice and white chocolate.
But I’ll take a small one (you know, the one the size of a 13-gallon trash can) to throw at Talkers.
Oh, no, Ash, you don’t understand. I don’t just dislike popcorn, I hate popcorn. Popcorn is vile. When I rule the world, it will be outlawed, along with licorice and white chocolate.
But I’ll take a small one (you know, the one the size of a 13-gallon trash can) to throw at Talkers.
When you rule the world, I will get to be an outlaw. I will enjoy every little bit of my buttery popcorn while thinking about how naughty I am by breaking the rules.
While at the movies one must have popcorn with M&M’s dumped in them.
Bibliocat doesn’t like licorice. You know I understand the individual words, but why are they together and in such a strange order? I need merrily’s new book so I can parse that sentence.
Susan! I wanna know about those snickerdoodle muffins (which sounds a bit dirty if you read that with my mind)! Whaddaya mean you don’t lurk in this thread like some people you could mention? What is this career of which you speak?
Speaking of which, I just totaled the bill for an order of glaze and it’s over four hundred bucks for barely enough to complete two projects. Over to San Diego to find some on the cheap, yeppers.
