Man. Rue is SO much better at the innuendo and romance than I am. No wonder stargazer doesn’t want me.
And for the record, Rue, I can counter the Curly move in a heartbeat. Remember that.
Men with big pointy “Sticks”… mmmmm… How’s that for innuendo!
FCM and Ex are claiming me. Now that’s just confusing! I got a girl who likes boys and a boy who likes girls claiming me, a boy who likes boys. Somehow this ain’t addin’ up.
POOL UPDATE
My big cee-ment hole now has a liner in it and is full of water. The plumbing stuff is most of the way in. The pool guy is supposed to hook up the big filter thingy today. The dirt piles are a little smaller. They’ve been smoothing em out with the bull dozer and are supposed to be getting rid of the dirt they don’t need today also. Course, it’s probably gonna rain this afternoon, so, so much for that. I was hoping they’d be pouring the concrete around the pool today, but a couple days of rain this week put pool guy and company behind. Fence lady says she’s coming with her crew tomorrow to get started. I hope electrician guy shows up to do his thing sometime today or tomorrow. Course with the probable rain, I guess that might not happen. I am really, really hoping to be floating around the pool in my cool new pool chair (complete with beverage holder! what will they think of next!) by next weekend. Course I have a swing, an outdoor bar and table and chairs to put together, so I might be assembling instead of floating. Oh, and I bought this really cute small chest freezer to put in the storage building, so that ice can be had for assorted poolside refreshments. Soon! Soon! Soon! I will be lounging about the pool!
I notice that swampbear hasn’t said anything about having a PoolDopeFest in his back yard. It’s all “I will be lounging…” and “I will be floating…” Guess we know where that leaves the rest of us. 
Definitely not enough plurals happening there. It should be “We will be lounging”…
Look, we were poor college students in Ottawa in winter. Do you think I would make spaghetti sauce under those conditions? No. Also, I doubt I will ever, ever posses a pasta maker. I’m just not interested enough in pasta to buy one.
Incidentally, stargazer, I went to a Christian college. A conservative one. A very, very small one- 16 students, 10 faculty. It was great. Does that put anyone off?
I may bake cinnamon buns today. That would be nice.
This is an out of left field hijack, but just found out I might have to spend a week or so on business in Oxford. How cool would that be? And I guess it’s not a total hijack because of the whole British Isles Fest theme.
Please resume whatever you were nattering on about.
Nice save. I’m not buying it entirely, but it’s a good effort.
We actually didn’t have to wear uniforms, we just had a strict dress code. But, I have a couple white blouses, and I always keep a few men’s ties around (you just never know when they’ll be useful) and, of course, I have white cotton panties. All I need is a little skirt, and maybe some knee-hi socks. I’ll hit the mall on my lunch hour, okay, Rue?
I’ll settle for what you’ve got in stock Wintermute. No need to shop for aynthing. The clothes won’t be on you long enough to make a difference anyway.
I see that I am claimed, but merely in list form. It is, I admit, a small thrill to see the trouble people take to properly embolden and colorize my name, but of course it’s not the same as seeing “Ellen” in the same sentence as “panties,” for example.
dywr, don’t tell me you have ants too! The teeny tiny ones? Arg! Our Fair City is being overrun. They’re partying on my countertops and a coworker down the hall has called in the Big Guns to have her house filled with poison. (Myself, I just mopped 'em up with a wet paper towel and hoped for the best. I’m naive that way.)
Note to Rue: Need help with nicknames for Snugglemuffins like dywr, just ask. Recall that I am a Highly Paid Writing Professional. (Bwhahahahahaha!) I’m thinking Wintermute wouldn’t object to being referred to as Winnie, Luvvie or Hunniebunnie, for example.
Ahem.
There will be a pool party, won’t there Angel Pants.
We have far to much emption invested in this thing for you to back out now.
Killjoy.
Ex - (off to poke the newbies with a stick again, and maybe the brits, too)
emption? 
Crap.
Emotion, then.
The keys on this thing are the approximate size of chicklets.
Promises, promises! So far, you’ve been all talk and no action. No wonder I got all shirty (great word, huh?) about being called a bone yesterday. Sure wish you’d throw me one. Or a hot dog. 
Don’t worry, Ex, we understand that your HUGE mitts are too big for a standard keyboard. After all, big hands, big…other bits, right?
Winter, (hopefully)
It’s true.
My feet are enormous.
So, apropos of nothing, I think I need a toe ring. Or rather, a new toe ring. I’ve worn them in the past, and I’m sure I could dig one up if I looked in my jewelery box, but I want a new one. A little silver one with maybe a turquoise bead to make it pretty. Yep. That would look really cute. I’ll polish my toes with that light pink or taupe polish that’s really hot this summer, buff my heels and slip on my new toe ring.
It’s the little things that are important.
Didn’t I say it would come to this? Hmmmmmm?
Now that you mention it, Wintermute, a pedicure is in order
(already have a cute toe ring, gold with a little diamond in it)
What’s the big deal about going to Oxford Shibb? It’s just up the road, right by the Indiana border. It’s not like it’s all that far away. Heck, you could probably work all day and then be home to your own beddy-bye at night. Like it’s some Big Thing.
Why would “Ellen” go in the same sentence as “panties”? “Thong” just maybe. Or “whispy, frilly, lacey confection”. But just mundane “panties”? Your loins deserve better, Ellen.
-Rue. (loins)
No, Rue, not the famous Oxford, I’m referring to an obscure little town in England where they make dictionaries or something. Not nearly as storied as Oxford, Ohio, home of the Miami Redme…, er Redhawks. I can understand your confusion.
Notice how I neatly avoided touching Ellen’s unmentionables?
What color do you like to paint your toes? I don’t like to wear “normal” colors, like pink or red (unless it’s a dark, “Vamp” type red), but I work in an office. I can wear open-toed sandals, but I can’t really push it much farther. Sometimes I just go ahead and wear the sky blue polish, but, luckily, pale neutral colors are all the rage this year.
Of course, I don’t have much of a tan, which would set off those pale colors nicely. I can’t really blame the weather; I’m not the kind of person who can just lay out in the sun for hours. Or even minutes. Attention span of your average two-year-old, you know. Actually, that should probably read: attention span of your average ‘watches-too-much-MTV’ type person.
A tan would set off the toe ring, too. Hmm…
Gold with a diamond, hmm? Check earthpuppy makin’ with the bling bling.