I sent an email your way this morning, I got your email after I sent it, though.
I’d be happy to entertain. 
Long as you’re askin’, I’m willing to eat Beavertails or poutine or even homemade French Canadian pea soup for anyone who will eat homemade Key Lime pie or real southrun barbecue for me. Don’t thank me, it’s the least I can do on behalf of regional cuisine deprived Dopers everywhere (at least eastern Ontario/western Quebec deprived ones).
I have only two things to say about misstee.
Hubba
&
hubba.
Wow - no blondes in this thread? Amazing. I guess I have to sit on one of those foot rest things in front of the couch - no room for me!
I’m on vacation in an hour! Whoop, whoop. I do look forward to coming back and seeing what the topic of the MMP will be when I am gone. Other than that - I don’t want to come back - and I haven’t even left yet!
Set me free! Set me free!
Susan
chains clinking
I’m sorta light brown/dark blond. If I spend a lot of time in the sun, I get really blond, but I also burn so I don’t get a lot of sun time. Plus there’s the working-all-day thing.
However, I have been a redhead on occasion, tho not for years. And I wore a dark brunette wig for a while in high school just because. Never been gray tho, yet. Good genetics and good clean living and all that.
So where do I sit?
yeah, yeah, on my butt - I know… 
I’ll second that. I’m sure Vunderbob will third it. And it’s not that I have a thing for redheads, it’s just such an exotic and yet classic look. ::sigh:: If I have a thing, it’s definitely for brunettes, although not to the exclusion of all blondes or redheads. Actually, a smart girl with a well turned phrase is really what it’s all about. Good to see this degrade into a good old fashioned flirt thread, BTW, all of that food was getting me stuffed. Although I’ll have to see what I can do about some cajun grouper and conch fritters from Frenchy’s (which, IMHO, go just fine with Margaritas). Mebbe this weekend.
And anybody that wants to email me photos, that’s just fine. I am fairly curious of what those of you I’ve not met look like. Especially Swampy, since he stood us all up last time. If you want to know what I look like lately I’ve take a lot of razzing that I look like James Carville. Although an old friend of mine says I look like Billy Corrigan. And my own kids once mistook Brad Friedel for me (Daddy, what are you doing on the TV?) Anyone who knows what all three of those guys looks like should detect a trend here. But it’s not as bad as my nephew mistaking the very disheveled Saddam Hussein for my father (What’s Grampa doing on TV?) Scary world it is.
Bumbazine: even the real ShibbOleth is ersatz. Just so you know.
I did, just not publicly.
I’m sure FCM will take lots of pictures of me this weekend at her underattended bash. That is, if I don’t break the camera (I’m not photogenic).
I know (or knew, if this is no longer true) that you can buy Everclear in Jersey. If you ever get the urge to drink it, don’t. Or, follow this easy recipe to the shores of drunk-land:
Warning - This wasn’t even a good idea when my friends and I thought of it 5 years ago
One (1) jar of cheapo Maraschino Cherries
One (1) Bottle of Everclear
One (1) Medium Tupperware container
Open the jar. Dump out the gooey red juice that comes with the cherries. Dump the cherries into the tupperware. Fill the container up with Everclear. Close container. Put the container in the back of your fridge for a couple days.
[2 days passing]Doo be doo, dooby do doo doot[/2dp]
Open container. Eat cherry. Grimace. Eat another cherry. Grimace. Repeat for a while. Close container while saying “Man, that didn’t taste very good.” Wait 15 minutes.
Congrats! You’re drunk!
Eew. Everclear and maraschino cherries? That sounds evil.
I don’t know if the problem is FedGov bureaucracy (I work in a FedGov research lab), or the State of Virginia’s monopoly on distilled spirits, but we use thanol in our lab as an industrial solvent, and the only way to get it is that one of the techs drives to North Carolina and pays cash for it.
The hazmat regulations for the stuff are a real PITA, too.
I call a foul.
I claim that I’m the selfless humanitarian who started the redhead hijack in the first place, and even provided a link to a sophisticated (and yes, sultry) example.
Yet, I get no email. Hell, this is not a foul, it’s a crime.
On my lap, dear. On my lap.
And another thing:
I would ordinarilly expect welby and dangergene to pop in here and back me up, but they appear to be missing. Anybody know where they are?
I don’t expect much in the way of vigilance from you people, because I was on vacation for a week and a half and nobody noticed, but I’d think you’d have some inkling of the absence of two of the more dynamic posters.
I don’t know why I bother anymore.
Hey! Make room on the brunette couch for me…we brunettes gotta stick together ya know. I’m actually a medium golden brown with some reddish hilights (from the sun).
Noboby has e-mailed me either…sniff…
I must say that everclear recipe just sounds awful.
I have pictures, but I don’t have them loaded to a public page (such as Yahoo) so I guess nobody will see them but me and mine.
Hubby and I will be leaving Saturday morning for an ADULT weekend at a resort and casino on the coast. The gambling part doesn’t really interest me (mainly because I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever win), but I guess we’ll still have fun. Maybe if you all cross your fingers for me I can actually win enough to at least pay for the weekend. That would be nice…c’mon folks, send me those good luck gamblin’ vibes…toes tapping…I’m not “feelin” it it yet folks! Don’t you want me to win at SOMETHING?
Alrighty, check your mail -
Ex, I noticed you were gone. Just so you don’t think I’ve overlooked you or anything. I wouldn’t do that. I noted dangergene’s and welby’s absence as well. Maybe they’re on vacation too.
Yeah, I noticed too. But I stayed silent to protect the innocent. I mean, Ex, welby and dangergene all gone at the same time–I figured they must be on a secret assignment for the goverment, two governments, actually. I suspect that Ex isn’t really posting, someone else is posting for him to keep us from suspecting. I am suspecting, though, so it didn’t work. But then, I’m more paranoid than your average Joe. Or Jane. Although not as paranoid as Seymour, naturally. So stay safe, boys, and know that we’re keeping the home fires lit for your return. A grateful nation, two of them, will not forget you. The best and the brightest, the pride of our nation’s (both of them) manhood, you are in our thoughts and prayers. They also serve who stand and wait. Buy bonds. <swell the patiotic music (from both countries), and cut to a silently crying woman, standing proud, looking in a direction, willing her son, brother, husband, boyfriend, third cousin once removed, or newspaper delivery boy to come home>
And the woman is a brunette. Always a brunette.
Overalls are optional.
Eh. You’re just a big baby. Who’d want to e-mail a big whiny baby like you anyway? (This would have been way funnier (to me) if misstee didn’t already cave to your whiny baby plea.)
OK, but it’ll take a little while to get sticky enough. No oil for you Taters!
My sister and her husband made those cherry things for Christmas. Only they used real cherries instead of the candy maraschino ones, and some kind of good hooch instead of Everclear. And they soaked 'em for, like, three months. You were supposed to put them on ice cream or something. I forget the details. After a couple of those cherries you’d forget details too.
This sounds a little like what we used to do in high school. We didn’t use Everclear, though, we’d use vodka or rum and soak the cherries overnight.
Sometimes we’d use baby food fruits and mix in some kind of hard liquor.
Yes, we were morons looking for a quick way to drunk-land.
Whoa! Yer a hottie.
Thanks to vunderbob too.
Ex - (still whiny)
Hah! I get to meet misstee in person next weekend. Neener! Neener! Neener!
Shibb I’ll email ya a pic. Why not? I’ll do it sometime over the weekend. I’d do it now cept I’m at work and I can’t do it from work.
I might email one to Rue too since he said I couldn’t email him cause I’m not his type. That’d show him. So There! 