The return of your friendly neighborhood spammer, part 1
Who: Nod and Lulu
What: The long overdue cookie-making incident
Where: Lulu's kitchen (because Neil's has seen enough trauma)
When: Tonight, 2/1, in the evening. 7:30ish?
Status: Closed, incomplete
Bod was excited. He couldn't exactly say why, but for some time now, he'd had an odd desire to make cookies-- cookies of his very own. Or, maybe, cookies that he could proudly point to and say that he'd helped make them. Even if all he was allowed to do was wash dishes.
But spending an evening with two of his favorite people, making something tasty out of a bunch of disparate substances? It made him feel a LOT better about, you know, not making the social scene. But why would I want to go out when this is going to be so much fun? He was so excited he kept bouncing, and he really needed to stop that, because he was very lucky he was being allowed in the kitchen at all, in his own humble opinion. If he wanted to be invited back, he had to behave!
"So where do we start?" he asked, trying to keep his heels planted on the floor.
What: The long overdue cookie-making incident
Where: Lulu's kitchen (because Neil's has seen enough trauma)
When: Tonight, 2/1, in the evening. 7:30ish?
Status: Closed, incomplete
Bod was excited. He couldn't exactly say why, but for some time now, he'd had an odd desire to make cookies-- cookies of his very own. Or, maybe, cookies that he could proudly point to and say that he'd helped make them. Even if all he was allowed to do was wash dishes.
But spending an evening with two of his favorite people, making something tasty out of a bunch of disparate substances? It made him feel a LOT better about, you know, not making the social scene. But why would I want to go out when this is going to be so much fun? He was so excited he kept bouncing, and he really needed to stop that, because he was very lucky he was being allowed in the kitchen at all, in his own humble opinion. If he wanted to be invited back, he had to behave!
"So where do we start?" he asked, trying to keep his heels planted on the floor.