Whoo.

[norahrose]

Have no fear, my dear friends, I have my phone back. Much thanks go to those who were good to me about my freaking out about it.

So this weekend was good. Saturday night's festivities celebrating Jason's birthday (observed) involved many good times with the water worm, the most frighteningly sexual kid's toy ever. I'm not kidding. Check it out.

Comments

[mr_yeti]

i have to say i'm really, really pleased with the photo of me you chose.

i am photogenic!

[norahrose]

Isn't it fantastic? It's so very you.

[mr_yeti]

please, do not hesitate to get bent.

[norahrose]

You know, I think I'd rather not. Get bent, that is, not hesitate. There's plenty of hesitation in this ol' gal.

[mr_yeti]

no, really.
i insist.

[norahrose]

That's okay. I think I'll refuse this one.

[mr_yeti]

hmph.

[norahrose]

I win.

[mr_yeti]

i always feel as if i win, just for having spoken to you,

[norahrose]

Are you trying to say that I say stupid things that make you feel like you've won the intelligence contest?

[mr_yeti]

i wasn't aware of any intelligence contest.
i was trying to be complimentary.

it's not a thing at which i excel.

[norahrose]

See, I thought it sounded nice, but then I thought that you would never compliment me. But thank you.

[mr_yeti]

i don't know why you would think such a thing.

[norahrose]

Neither do I. At all. Ever.

[mr_yeti]

help!
i've fallen into a sar chasm!

[norahrose]

Yeah, I'll help you.

With my fists.

In your face.