I'm here...sorry, Hannah, sorry, Bill, I was working today. Came home tonight to a furnace acting up and then a phone call from a friend who is going through some crazy rough times with her husband. Life interferes.
I could probably use a beer or four, but I'm really in a cider mood--had a delicious Belgian (!) pear cider a few weeks ago, and I'm absolutely furious at myself for not noting the name of the brewery that bottled the cider.
I set up an account years ago...but never really did anything with it, and haven't touched it (logged in) in at least three years. Maybe more.
Friends, true, dear friends, are the kind with whom you have coffee--barring coffee, you call, or text, or FaceTime, or , or whatever. Even black boxing or chatting here is more intimate than FB. Facebook, IMHO, is a great way of pretending to be a friend.
Maybe Nicola didn't go with the "famous painting" or "famous photograph" suggestions because of copyright infringement concerns?
As to the picture...yah, my overwhelming feeling is, right now, "meh". Blonde (with highlights, natch), tan, skinny, white girl, clearly of more than modest means if one is to judge by her suitcase, sunglasses, and jewellery, alongside of a road. If I submit anything, it'll be more than likely about what's in the suitcase, and/or why the car in the distance is driving away (having presumably either dumped her or driven past her) from her, than about her in and of herself.
Anyway. Could do with a good (okay, halfway decent?) Bloody Mary, with the customary pickled green beans, and maybe a few jalapeno stuffed olives, please, barkeep. Thank you.
I am a fan of Torrid's Premium line of denim jeans.
One, they come in tall sizes, two, they accommodate my curves nicely, and three, they look good and accent all the right features without being crazy expensive--especially if you pick them up on sale on the Torrid website. They do tend to run a bit on the large side, which combined with the stretch, means that I generally need to order a size down or two from what I would normally expect to order, but that is a small price to pay for jeans that really do fit a woman's curves and with me in particular, also fit well in terms of rise and inseam length.
Favourite scents are lily and freesia, easily, for my favourite natural scents. Favourite perfumes are Estee Lauder Pleasures and Coach Poppy Bloom.
The Lauder scent is my go-to, as it's very subtle and long-lasting, both important qualities when you need to smell at least approximately as good at the end of a 12-hour shift as you did at the beginning of the shift. The Coach Poppy Bloom isn't as long-lasting but has a sort of musk undertone, so it's a nice date night fragrance.
I always vote, I don't always comment. That said, I've had two instances recently where I've commented first, only to find that I couldn't vote after posting the comment. So I didn't "forget" to vote, I was unable to do so.
On the flip side, like Laura, I don't obsess over the number of votes vis a vis the comments. I let it go. I certainly wouldn't contact a reader who took the time to comment and ask them why they failed to vote--if I even noticed any kind of correlation between X member commenting and a lack of increase in overall vote count. Yes, my timeline is my landing page, but that's pretty much the only time I look at it, and I certainly don't waste my time trying to figure out who voted and who failed to vote. I'm just thankful that anyone at all takes the time to read my work.
Right side for sleeping, left side for crash napping, whichever side works when I'm sharing the bed.
H.'s stories are bloody brilliant, and Departures is easily the most brilliant and well-crafted piece of literary erotica I've had the distinct pleasure of reading in a while. Thank you, H.
