eunoia, stop with the smilies already. People are starting to talk.
I think that we need a big, strong mayun on our team.
Oh, Hamlet, you’re up to your old tricks again. Power tools would never hurt me because I treat them with respect. Do we need to have a reprise of the party at Coldfire’s to teach you a little lesson? 
[sub]p.s. I see you’ve made yourself an outsider again . . . being from down the block . . . hmmmmm . . . what does this say about your personality? . . . ;)[/sub]
Ahhh… a little bit of heaven! The little ones will be out fishing and exploring nature while I curl up in the window seat with a good book and a hot cup of coffee. Crunchy, keep the little ones away from the PS2 or I’ll never see them again!
Finally, something I can help with! Nature walk for the young’uns, ma’am? 
I know these woods like the back of my hand, if you’re after a guide.
Let 'em talk…if we’re gonna talk hockey, what we need is a toothless smiley!
On skates with shoulder pads I’m a huge mayun! Why look, there’s Scarlett on the verandahh with some mint julep!
I’ll be in the kitchen with Juniper200 unpacking the boxes from Williams-Sonoma (one of everything!).
So, what does everyone want for dinner?
After dinner, I have dibs on the porch swing.
I’ll be in the kitchen with Juniper200 unpacking the boxes from Williams-Sonoma (one of everything!).
So, what does everyone want for dinner?
After dinner, I have dibs on the porch swing.
Sorry about that.
Guess the SD house has some gremlins.
Happily, there are several swings available as this house has a HUGE porch… happily for both of us because I’m in a selfish mode and I’m not ready to share the swing just yet… But I’ll be back to my usual sweet and kindly self soon - I’m mellowing already.
Bunny walks in, hot and sweaty, smelling of horse and leather, hops around trying to take off her riding boots and drops her butt onto the wicker chair.
Oof, that was a great ride! I’m gonna get clean at the shower out by the sauna (it’s got a wooden slatted surround for privacy). The day is too nice to let it go to waste.
How 'bout fresh tomatos with some crumbled blue cheese and blue cheese dressing and some salmon fillets on the grill?
:runs up to her room to grab her towel, her soap/shampoo and a change of clothes:
** Space Ghost** is in the fallout shelter out back, absoultly convinced that the Y2K bug will kick in “any moment now”.
He has more spam then you can shake a stick at, plus a wide assortment of probaly illegal weapons. All the wimmim folk are welcome to pay a visit.
I’m sitting in my chair, in the garage. Grinning at the fact that between careful planning and Package delivery services, I dont’ have to do anything more strenous than help find wrenches for Zappo.
Plenty of time for the wife.
Aside from the obvious turn-on quotient of that line, if there are going to be horses on the property, who’s going to look after them? I’ve scooped enough poop, shoveled enough shavings, dished out enough hay and grain, and fumigated myself with enough fly spray to know that I want no part of that.
Meanwhile, Pete goes off to tend his hop plants…
mmmm… I love grilled salmon! I guess I’ll drag myself away from my book & sit on the HUGE porch for a while. Any more of those mint julep’s around? Has anybody seen my boys? They’ve been out on that nature hike for a long time!
Aside from the obvious turn-on quotient of that line, if there are going to be horses on the property, who’s going to look after them? I’ve scooped enough poop, shoveled enough shavings, dished out enough hay and grain, and fumigated myself with enough fly spray to know that I want no part of that.
Meanwhile, Pete goes off to tend his hop plants…
Ahhhh. That last post never happened. I don’t double post.
::sleeply walks by::
Did I hear someone say grilled salmon? Well it’s not my #1 dish on the grill but I’ll see what I can do.
::hurries off to the grillmaster 9000 out back::
Miss Creant
I will be in the library if anyone wants me.
logs on to Amazon.com and orders several thousand books including all the books by Eve and David Sedaris… wonders which doper’s charge card she can swipe
The first you see of Krunk is him slowly walking his GT mountain bike into the back yard, having come from the woods surrounding the back half of the property. He is covered from head to toe in dirt and sweat, his clothes (what remain of them after a day of cutting through brush and trees, as well as impacts with various stationary objects) ripped and torn, and one of his tire rims is bent into a somewhat oval shape. He is grinning like an idiot.
He lugs his bike into the spacious garage and hangs it from the appropriate hook on the ceiling. He mutters something about ‘stupid toeclips’ and heads for the stairs, hopefully planning on taking a shower. Several minutes later, you hear an outraged yawp from celestina, whose tranquil relaxation time has been interrupted by a greeting from a large, sweaty, dirty Krunk.
After a long relaxing shower, Krunk, meaningfully rattling his dice bag, heads to the game room to see if he can interest anyone in a new 3rd Edition D&D campaign.
Maybe tomorrow he’ll try the fencing…
Far away from the game room, in the underground lab, Balance hears the rattle of many-sided dice and goes to investigate.