In which things get a bit silly...
Gentle Readers,
It's been a while since you were the victims of the Spammers, also known as Cocoajava, Seleneheart, Uisgich, and me!
Uisgich: Why don't we all pile round to Rae's and have breakfast together? *gets on plane and picks chocolate croissants and blueberries and raspberries up on the way*
CJ: EXCELLENT idea! I'll bring along a nice bag of Sumatran mandehlig beans to grind! *bangs on Rae's door*
Uisgich: Mmmmm ... good coffee :) *bustles about setting the table*
CK: I'll bring the fresh baked cream puff pastry! And that weird toad in the hold stuff that I made for medieval day! :D
Uisgich: Mmmm ... breakfast toad :) Oh! Make mine a vegetarian toad!!*gets fresh juice out for non hot beverage drinking CK* *puts on the coffee to brew*
CK: One toad in the hole with vegetarian sausage, coming up! Now I've made myself really crave that cream puff. May have to make that this weekend.
CJ: SO HUNGRY NOW. *toils and starves*
CJ: *shoves yogurt and honey through the tubz to CJ*
CJ: *peers up tubz to see if Michael Westen is coming after that yogurt*
CK: CJ knew the challenge of the hidden yogurt would lure her adversay into the open. Despite nearly instinctual professionalism, Michael never could resist the temptation of freshly-, tart, tangy yogurt when he knew there were delicious strawberry preserves with newly-popped lids lining the countertops of another agent's kitchen. Hmmm. Now that CJ considered it, she was not sure if it was the yogurt or the jam that brought out Michael's reckless side.
Still, he had to come to her here for the yogurt before he could achieve his final objective.
And when he appeared, she would be ready.
Her team was in place, each member with her clearly delivered instructions, each ready to carry out her role in a flawlessly choreographed operation, and each with the experience to wing it and make it look good if the infamous Mr. Westen managed to avoid, negate, or evade, either by skill or pure luck.
Not that he ever did.
CJ monitored the pot of cool, smooth, cultured dairy, and continued quietly working on her spreadsheets, her anticipation comparmentalized off somewhere with the building adrenaline rush...
It's been a while since you were the victims of the Spammers, also known as Cocoajava, Seleneheart, Uisgich, and me!
Uisgich: Why don't we all pile round to Rae's and have breakfast together? *gets on plane and picks chocolate croissants and blueberries and raspberries up on the way*
CJ: EXCELLENT idea! I'll bring along a nice bag of Sumatran mandehlig beans to grind! *bangs on Rae's door*
Uisgich: Mmmmm ... good coffee :) *bustles about setting the table*
CK: I'll bring the fresh baked cream puff pastry! And that weird toad in the hold stuff that I made for medieval day! :D
Uisgich: Mmmm ... breakfast toad :) Oh! Make mine a vegetarian toad!!*gets fresh juice out for non hot beverage drinking CK* *puts on the coffee to brew*
CK: One toad in the hole with vegetarian sausage, coming up! Now I've made myself really crave that cream puff. May have to make that this weekend.
CJ: SO HUNGRY NOW. *toils and starves*
CJ: *shoves yogurt and honey through the tubz to CJ*
CJ: *peers up tubz to see if Michael Westen is coming after that yogurt*
CK: CJ knew the challenge of the hidden yogurt would lure her adversay into the open. Despite nearly instinctual professionalism, Michael never could resist the temptation of freshly-, tart, tangy yogurt when he knew there were delicious strawberry preserves with newly-popped lids lining the countertops of another agent's kitchen. Hmmm. Now that CJ considered it, she was not sure if it was the yogurt or the jam that brought out Michael's reckless side.
Still, he had to come to her here for the yogurt before he could achieve his final objective.
And when he appeared, she would be ready.
Her team was in place, each member with her clearly delivered instructions, each ready to carry out her role in a flawlessly choreographed operation, and each with the experience to wing it and make it look good if the infamous Mr. Westen managed to avoid, negate, or evade, either by skill or pure luck.
Not that he ever did.
CJ monitored the pot of cool, smooth, cultured dairy, and continued quietly working on her spreadsheets, her anticipation comparmentalized off somewhere with the building adrenaline rush...