Picture it, Manhattan, 31 January 2004. Lyn and I have gone ice skating in Central Park and are now out to dinner. At that point in time, I carried a bunch of stuff in my pockets: phone, PDA, wallet, etc. I left some of it in my coat which I checked, but still had other stuff. I asked Lyn if she would hold on to something for me and when she agreed, slid a small box across the table to her. She opened it and there was a ring in it. I asked and she answered. (I think you know what the answer was.)
Unlike many of these stories, however, it wasn't yet over. At that point she picked up her purse and took a small box out of it and slid that across the table to me. I opened it and saw:
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Aw, the true hallmarks of the season, cookies and greed. Well done. I'm glad to hear they were actually tasty, I may try them myself at some point.
Your icing attempts seem pretty much on par with mine. I helped my sister decorate gingerbread bears for work and a lot of them ended up with names like 'screaming bear/inappropriately loud bear,' 'smear bear' and 'unfortunate implications bear' (who was eaten the moment I realized what it was about him that was bothering me).
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Have I ever shown you the back of my pendant?
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Seriously, though, I don't believe you have.
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Unlike many of these stories, however, it wasn't yet over. At that point she picked up her purse and took a small box out of it and slid that across the table to me. I opened it and saw:
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Your icing attempts seem pretty much on par with mine. I helped my sister decorate gingerbread bears for work and a lot of them ended up with names like 'screaming bear/inappropriately loud bear,' 'smear bear' and 'unfortunate implications bear' (who was eaten the moment I realized what it was about him that was bothering me).
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Hahahaha, now I'm just trying to figure out what exactly what so unfortunately implied by that bear that you had to destroy the delicous evidence...
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