You are indeed, love. Don't think I didn't notice that dent in your halo.
we all shed a tear, it was very touching. we had a group hug in your honor too. and a 'fish the waiter out of a lobster pond' contest, winner of which, bob (well, he threw him in there in the first place, but anyway) will get to dine with the celebrity after which the contest was named: Cinnesthesia Synonymph.
A group hug...I'm imagining all those hands and wondering if and where any of them wandered.
Dent in my halo? Oh, that... it's probably from the thrashing around of all those double standards in my moral code.
Synonymph wrote:A group hug...I'm imagining all those hands and wondering if and where any of them wandered.
...told you it was very touching...
Hey, where'd I get that bruise from?
I texted littlek yesterday and asked her to pinch your cheek for me. Guess she was a little overzealous.
Don't worry. We'll get to the bottom of this.
Those wandering fingers are handy things.
there are cheeks and then there are cheeks, cinn. were you clear which ones you meant?
Well, it's all behind us.
oh, the puns continue! Bob looks like Alan Alda.
yes, we are being 'pun'ished, as bob would say.
One roomate used so many puns the other locked him in a closet saying he couldn't get out until he told a good one. He was out in ten seconds. All he said was o-pun the door.
Look! George's brain is on fire:
George wrote:...We'll be thinking of you.
Coincidence? Unlikely.
