A new chapter in my exciting life

[Sarah]

Oh, my goodness, how very wrong you are, Josh.

[buffcoat]

Does isolation come with spinster status?


Not apropos of Sarah, but let me say:

Spinster by choice = smart.  I have no idea why women are attracted to men AT ALL.  Men are so aesthetically inferior to women that it's amazing.

[Josh]

Don't worry Sarah. I won't tell Bobo.

I have no idea why women are attracted to men AT ALL.  Men are so aesthetically inferior to women that it's amazing.

Speaking to the choir there buffcoat:
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[Laurie]

Well, men do age better than women. Unfair!

[Sarah]

I disagree, Laurie.  I think it's just that standards of female beauty are more rigid and more geared toward youth.  It's not that men age better; it's just more acceptable for them to look decrepit.

I also don't agree that "men are . . . aesthetically inferior to women."  Apples and oranges.

P.S.  The threatened visit did not transpire, for which I was very grateful.  And the dogs have made up.

[Sarah]

(This thread comes in so handy for me.)

I just wanted to report that, although the thermometer says it's only 24 degrees outside, the sun is warm and it feels like spring.  I have fired up the grill and made myself a rum and coke (a drink I don't particularly like, all the more so today since the only rum I have is 151 proof, so the drink tastes the way fuel oil smells, but what the hell).  The sliding door is wide open so the beasts can enter and exit at will.  The dishes are done.  The show is on tonight. 

In other words, at this moment, life isn't too bad.

That is all.

Note bene: I write this after only two sips of my drink; god knows how soppy I'll be by eight o'clock:  be warned.

[Stan]

 Does that mean I should start early as well?

[buffcoat]

So we know Sarah and Stan aren't the alcoholic who gave it up today.

[neilnumberman]

Sarah! Call drunk!

[Julie]

(This thread comes in so handy for me.)

I just wanted to report that, although the thermometer says it's only 24 degrees outside, the sun is warm and it feels like spring.  I have fired up the grill and made myself a rum and coke (a drink I don't particularly like, all the more so today since the only rum I have is 151 proof, so the drink tastes the way fuel oil smells, but what the hell).  The sliding door is wide open so the beasts can enter and exit at will.  The dishes are done.  The show is on tonight. 

In other words, at this moment, life isn't too bad.

That is all.

Note bene: I write this after only two sips of my drink; god knows how soppy I'll be by eight o'clock:  be warned.

If there's anything left by 7:30, do a few shots and try to be the first caller tom puts on the air.

[masterofsparks]

(This thread comes in so handy for me.)

I just wanted to report that, although the thermometer says it's only 24 degrees outside, the sun is warm and it feels like spring.  I have fired up the grill and made myself a rum and coke (a drink I don't particularly like, all the more so today since the only rum I have is 151 proof, so the drink tastes the way fuel oil smells, but what the hell).  The sliding door is wide open so the beasts can enter and exit at will.  The dishes are done.  The show is on tonight. 

In other words, at this moment, life isn't too bad.

That is all.

Note bene: I write this after only two sips of my drink; god knows how soppy I'll be by eight o'clock:  be warned.

If there's anything left by 7:30, do a few shots and try to be the first caller tom puts on the air.

She'll never beat Spike. He's probably already on hold.

[Sarah]

If there's anything left by 7:30, do a few shots and try to be the first caller tom puts on the air.

Yeah, that's just my style (one drink and one meal later).

[Julie]

If there's anything left by 7:30, do a few shots and try to be the first caller tom puts on the air.

Yeah, that's just my style (one drink and one meal later).

You should have at least tried!

[Sarah]

Never been much for drunk dialing, Julie.  Mildly tipsy dialing, perhaps, and often not even then, as was the case last night. 

[Rainer]

This thread reminds me of a happy resolution involving a horribly abused female pit bull that had layed down in an empty lot (soon to be the Campden Crossings area in Pigtown, just across the street from our rowhouse in Baltimore.)  It was starting to snow and the dog just look resigned to die.  But my wife wouldn't have it.  She flagged down a cop and entered through a hole in a fence to fetch her.  We brought her home -- much to Hanks chagrin -- and stashed her in the basemement.  One phone call to our old land lady in Falls Church, VA was all it took to get her a new home at an abused pitbull farm somewhere in the Virginia countryside. Dog people are something else.