Game On!!
Just a question… do we have an ice arena or are we playing hockey in the street? ‘Cause if it’s an arena, I want TWO ice surfaces. I likes me figure skatin’.
[sub][sup]If anyone laughs, I will kill them. I used to compete.[/sup][/sub]
One moment celestina was sound asleep–guess she passed out in that rocking chair after drinking too much Scotch. The next moment she’s awakened because a large, hairy, sweaty man leans over and kisses her awake. She yawps in surprise at the surprise sighting of Krunk, who picks her-- now fully awake–up and gives her a bear hug. She exclaims:
“Krunk-y, it’s SO good to see you, Sweetie! I’ve been just DESOLATE without you here!”
She doesn’t care that he’s sweaty and covered in mud. She showers him in kisses and hugs him back. With a big ole grin on her face celestina remarks:
“Ooops. Now look at what I’ve done. Oh dear, Krunk. I’m nearly as dirty as YOU. What’s a poor girl to do?”
I’m going hiking. I’ll be back Sunday. Someone be sure to feed the damn cat. Also, put out the recycling bin Friday, but bring it in sometime Saturday or else the homeowners’ association will fine me.
Friggin’ homeowners’ association.
There’s got to be a river here somewhere, chock full 'o brown trout.
Meanwhile, [FallenAngel] will run the dojo to help his fellow dopers hone their reflexes and sense of inner peace. After hours, the will DJ at the technoclub to be located direcly beneath the dojo.
Can’t we have a dek and an ice rink?
I’m filling my thermos with strawberry margaritas and going up to the hill out back to fly my new kite. It’s a bi-plane with a 5’ wingspan. And ladies, I have taken the liberty of stocking the bathroom closet with “necessities” (boxes of chocolate), and I also ordered a flake ice machine that should be delivered by this weekend.
Cartooniverse hops up onto his Zamboni. M’lady Ginger, nobody will mess with your rink surface, for I’ll always be there to smooth over the chopped and jagged bits. In this house, I RUN the Zamboni. 
For a few days there, I felt like this was getting badly out of control, but like most organic communities, it’s self-correcting. I still love this house, and where it is going.
I’m a fiend for salmon steaks, so I sure hope y’all have a heck of a catch going on. You’ll find me out behind the stone pile, with my heavily silenced pneumatic chisel compressor thumpa-chalumpa’ing away, allowing me to slowly gnaw into an immense slab of Bruno Caramella alabaster. Covered in stone chips and dust, respirator and eye goggles firmly in place.
Oh, to dream…
Me, of course. Naturally, we have a 40-acre pasture for them so they’re not in the barn much. When they are, the cedar shavings we use (instead of straw) make the clean-up much easier. Plus, it composts faster - good for the garden and flower beds.
Actually, I was just heading out to do some kayaking, wanna come along? If we can round up a few more folks, we can take the raft and shoot the rapids (I think they’re Class 3, maybe 4, depending on the run-off.)
I’m taking the boys for a morning ride, anybody want to come along? I thought we’d cook up a big country breakfast when we get back. Fresh bacon & eggs with homemade biscuits and fresh squeezed juice…
Sounds good! I’m goin’ for a nice long run in the woods. Someone used a brush hog and cleared out a great 5-mile path, replete with wood chips and everything.
Can we have french toast too? That’s my favorite!
Bunny puts on her new running shoes and heads out:
Woo hoo! “Speed Limit 9” my ass! Hey Cartooniverse, can I, uh, “take a look” at the 'Boni? Huh? Huh? Can I? Pleeeeeeeease??
Saint Zero, would you please go get me that Mopar Max Wedge 413 sitting on the engine stand and a couple of wrenches?
:sidles off toward ice rink rubbing hands and grinning like a fool:
Ooooh, I wanna ride on the Zamboni, too! Please?
Zamboni rides are strictly for the skaters! Strap on a pair of skates and I’ll teach you how to do a salchow. That being said, I knew Cartooniverse would come through for me. I’ll keep your ears warm while you’re clearing the ice surface, baybee! 
As for that country breakfast - I’ll make some saskatoon berry muffins for everyone. Yes, I know that you’ve never heard of them. They’re an Alberta/NWT native berry and ohmyGOD they’re wonderful. Hard to get in this American Straight Dope House neighbourhood, that’s why there’s a patch of them out in the Straight Dope Greenhouse. Along with my tomato plants and cucumber vines. I can’t rely on foreign produce for making pickles, you know.
Girls against guys? Shirts against skins? Guys got shirts!
I’ll check the rapids–if they’re at Class 3, I’ll run them in my canoe.
Anybody want to come along? After lunch, of course–the homemade bread will be ready soon, along with the honey-butter. If somebody will stir up the strawberries and cream for the pound cake, I’ll get on with the fried chicken and rice & gravy (real Cajun brown gravy, not that white stuff).
Would you be my mentor?
(One quick lap on the Zamboni, then we begin training.)
Does skating on the sides of my ankles count? I haven’t had skates on my feet for years.
Do you give lessons for the terminally uncoordinated?
So, what are we having for dinner tonight?
Last night’s grilled salmon was wonderful.
How about a nice rare filet mignon, with garlic mashed potatoes and a good Caesar salad, with some warm French bread?
Maybe some red wine? How is the wine cellar in this place?
Can we go out for snowballs after dinner?
Anyone up for some volleyball? Or croquet? Badminton?