Drambuie every damn day of the week.
Rob Roy for my friend above, and for his lucky bride, a round of whatever the lady desires.
Rusty Nail. Double for me, single for him.
Ask. Send a friend request that isn't copy and paste. Mention a post you saw or a story you read authored by the person whom you are addressing. Little things.
Lady Gaga, Bradley Cooper ~ Shallow
Negatory. Mine are entirely mine, although if implants are your thing, you go on ahead and do you.
I would, probably out of a sense of duty.
Intra-articular cortisone (dexamethasone) injection spacing for optimal recovery and incidental pain relief.
Regardless of whether it's a pair of pantyhose or a pair of thigh-high stockings, I call them "stockings". I do wear thigh-highs or pantyhose to work, because work and because of how I was raised, but I wear panties, always. I don't know how someone could get "ripe" unless she had other personal hygiene issues going on.
In my stories, the female characters always--always--have thigh-high stockings on, if the situation calls for it. Maybe it's because I am damn near translucently white myself, but I just don't do the bare legged thing.
Of course. Coffee, tea, either chased with bourbon...
"Skirt uniforms"? Are you asking for branch of service suggestions? I am trying to be helpful and understanding and it's not working out.
Grew up with a baby grand piano in the front room, so yes, I can play, in the sense that since I never learned to read music, I can play only what I've heard and memorized.
Super proud of my oldest, who somehow ended up with musical gifts and plays the cello, bass, and double bass in his school's orchestra, and the bass in his school's jazz choir. Only kid in the school to play in both groups, it's a little bonkers.
Eat the cricket already. Sure, they're better battered and fried, but pretty sure that a live one wouldn't be awful. Better than scrapes on my tongue from having licked pavement.
Nice work, Gav. Great idea, Nic. This is lovely.
Never thought I'd have children--my own parents went off the rails and essentially abandoned myself and my brother when I was about 11, and I knew for damn sure I didn't know how to be a parent. Then I married, still thought the same way, though I told my husband that I was going to have four girls. He asked me how I planned to accomplish this feat, given my personal views on me personally having an abortion, and I just shrugged and said something along the lines of "G-d wouldn't trust me with boys".
Ended up with three beautiful sons. Somewhere, somebody in the universe is laughing their ass off. First thing I did when I fell pregnant with the first one was go to Barnes & Noble and literally buy every parenting book on the shelf. I highly recommend the Sears Parenting series of books, by William Sears and his wife, Martha (I think the Sears have veered off into the anti-vaxxer movement in recent years, but their "The Successful Child" is still literally my childrearing Bible).
My boys are 12, 14, and 17 now, all very tall, very gifted, and very giving--very aware that service to others is a duty, not a choice. I've taught them things about being not just a decent but an actively good human being, things like that it is a privilege to give blood--they've gone with me to give blood literally since birth, and the oldest has already given over gallon--that small kindnesses are something one does because they can be done, not because of an expectation of a reward.
I could still have another, and I do think about it and want it from time to time, about maybe having that elusive daughter, but it's not really a goal I'm actively pursuing. I've been blessed three times over and it seems greedy to expect to be blessed a fourth time.
Anybody into the new "dipping" thing with nails? My manicurist wants me to try it but I'm afraid that the polish or whatever they use will wash off after a day or three at work.
For the most part, foreign accents alone don't do anything for me. *shrugging* I was dragged all over the world as a child by my Grammie, so maybe early exposure desensitized me? FWIW, I've been called out on my Canadian accent--in Spanish. No, not joking.