Let me just say I love the word “pelt.”
Hump Day Bump
Does anyone pronounce the letter “s” in “island”? Just wondering.
Look at the baby! Oh, hims is just the cutest! Yes, hims is!
There’s probably enough there to make a fur bikini, if I went Brazilian. But I’d really rather the fur was faux, and the kitty kept his pretty coat.
You could give me one of those with a jewelled collar, Welby, and just see how appreciative I can be. Heck, give me one of those without a jewelled collar, and see how appreciative I can be. :wiggles eyebrows suggestively:
- Winter. (off to cuddle her own kitties)
Pelt as in fur or pelt as in hurl, Ellen?
Alternately, how do you feel about spelt?
My Nameless Kitten is kinda attached to his coat, Welby, but I’ve got a boxful of orange fur from my adult cat I could let you have. Cheap.
Oh, and Rue? I’m not touching that one with a ten-foot coconut.
See, Rue missed the point of the Coconut Shy completely. The idea is to throw little balls in a vain attempt to knock a coconut off a pole, which is a sucker game, because they’re usually nailed up there. The idea is most emphatically not to wing coconuts at my head. That happened to me once, on Sexy Intelligent Woman Island, and I’m still bitter. Harumph.
I’ve thought about this, and I have to offer some apologies, particulaly to welby. I don’t believe that I can even visit these tropical islands, much less mount a project to rearrange their placement. Tropical islands may evoke romantic images of white-sand beaches and loose women in bikinis, but there’s a downside.
That blazing sun is murder, and I am weak.
I just got back from a fantastic vacation in Maine, where I spent a good deal of time on the beach swimming and sunbathing. I figured I could handle it, because, you know, I swam and sunbathed on the same beaches as a child. I was wrong. Please keep in mind that Maine is in the Northerly Latitudes, and is thus far from tropical, when you read the next sentence in this post.
My skin is peeling off of me in big whacking sheets.
I am about as white as you can get. I don’t tan, I turn red and peel. As an added insult, if I spend too much time in the sun my hair turns this goofy straw-yellow color. I have done the same stupid thing every year since I was born. My only excuse is that my whole danged family lives there, and they talk me into it.
So you can see where tropical islands are out of the question. I’d just bake-and-peel until I was just some sort of zombie/skeleton monster that you guys would let out on the weekends to scare the tourists.
“Watch the zombie monster eat live kittens, only $5.”
Dang, this post wandered off into inanity pretty quickly, didn’t it? That’s appropriate for the MMP thread, right?
I knew our lust was too good to last. But you’re a (shudder) cat person.
Ex old buddy old pal, there’s this really cool stuff called sunscreen. You rub it in (or have Kalessa do it) and, if you are careful and reapply early and often, you don’t burn.
And use the sunscreen on your hair, and it’ll stay it’s “natural” color. (Heh.)
How can you like the word “pelt” Ralph? It’s a meat-based word. I thought you didn’t go for that sort of thing.
Why wouldn’t you say the “s”, yoyo? It’s there, you should say it. We’re not like some countries I could name that flagrantly wastes letters by putting them in words when you’re just supposed to pretend they’re not even there to start with. Sheesh.
dwyr honey, you’re a big chicken.
-Rue. (here kitty kitty kitty…)
I use sunscreen… it is called a roof 
Seriously I burn through my clothes… even denim. It sucks. I have horribly fair skin and I also take medicine that makes me more sun sensitive than I already was … I didn’t think that was possible but it is. 10-15 minutes in blazing sun makes me physically ill for the rest of the day at minimum. 
Well then, Ex and tanookie, you two will just have to sit under the nice, big beach umbrella and eat Nutty Buddies while the rest of us frolic in the sun.
I guess I’m going to have my citizenship of Sexy Intelligent Woman Island revoked, because I have no idea why Rue is calling me Ralph.
But one of the reasons I like the word ‘pelt’ so much is Frank McCourt’s use of it in “Angela’s Ashes.” Is there anyone here from the land of Eire? He uses it frequently to describe what we here in the U-S prefer to call “nekkid.”
-Ellen. (getting things back to nekkid, where they belong)
We were talking about pork-bushes on the last page (privious page, this is currently the ;ast page) and you said you wanted to be called “Ralph” Ellen. (L.N.? Naw.) I was doing it for you. I wanted you to be happy. Is that wrong?
-Rue. (all for you)
Now I want brownies with walnuts and icing.
Ohh tanookie I hear ya. The teen takes (or is supposed to take) a med that does that do him. He’s a football player, competitive swimmer and a lifeguard. He opts not to take the med, rather than be that ill when he goes outside. Even wearing football clothes and a helmet, he gets ill in the sun because of the med. I’m sorry for both of you.
Oh now I see! The pork bushes were ralph-inducing, Rue McGoo – as in, making me ralph! Barf-a-roonie! I didn’t want to be called Ralph, ya maroon! 
But you know I must disagree … pelts are not meat based, they’re animal based! Animals do NOT equal meat.
Sheesh. What a carnivore. 
That’s not really a choice for me as this particular med is all that stands between me and early kidney failure… I just stay out of the sun.
I’m currently risking things to have our second (and last) baby but that’s as daring as I’m willing to get After he’s born I’m back on all the drugs never to deviate from them again!
Yeah, I know. :sigh:
I have had my suspicions about you for while, now. I’ve seen you posting cat-hating sentiments around the board, but I bit my tongue. I tried to let it not bother me, to be with you. I ignored the vicious things you said because I loved you. And this is how you treat me. You just throw me away at the first sight of cat hair.
Haven’t I been good to you? Haven’t I let you do anything you wanted? All those, dirty, twisted things, and I never complained.
You are a cruel man, Welby.
- Winter, melodramatically.
Oohhh, things are starting to get really interesting now.
May I watch?
(Cluck, cluck)
Okay, now I’m really irritated.
FairyChatMom was kind enough to e-mail me (the address is right there in my profile, folks) and I spent a good deal of time composing a long and detailed response. And what, pray tell, do you suppose happened? Yahoo! crashed on me again, that’s what happened. Except it wasn’t really a crash, so much as a sudden dissapearance. There I was, typing, and the window just evaporated for no apparent reason.
I SWEAR TO GOD I AM NOT IGNORING YOU PEOPLE.
It’s just that inexplicable weird things keep happening, because I have XP Home.
So, just for FairyChatMom, I post the following, and I’ll try the e-mail again tomorrow:[ul] - Lori is taking it much better than I am.
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What’s her major?
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I feel guilty for not helping Fairychatdad. Heck, I didn’t even go for an interview.
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getting the house laid out in Maryland=super.
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relying on conjugal visits=crap.
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temporary demise of the “Captain Steve” persona=poopy poo poo.
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You realize that you will be the Visiting Sorority Queen, right?[/ul] Now, back to the thread.
I am stunned by you people. First, welby steals Wintermute away from me, and then he tosses her aside over her love of cats. That’s weak, man, really weak. Of course, I really dislike cats too, but that’s neither here nor there.
Thank God I found Kallessa. Finally, a woman who understands me. Of course, if she turns out to be a vegetarian the wedding’s off. Gotta’ have my steaks.
Also, I’ve tried sunscreen, smartass. It does’nt seem to work.
Uh, sorry guys. As it turns out, I’ve got nothing.
Again.