Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives~Socrates
 

My dear late wife used to do this same kind of Scheherezade scam. On our wedding night we started having sex, :doit: and at one point she says "Well, time's up for tonight. We'll have to finish up tomorrow night." :whofart: The next night, same thing happens. :3_eyes: I'm embarrassed to say how long this went on. :rar: I'm taking anger management classes now and I've become a Born-again Christian. :borg:

Women...

Transitory art is always so...transitory. It's like these artists in India who spend all night making elaborate sculptures of the Gods out of butter. Then the sun rises, and they watch them melt. They're probably all like thinking, "Jesus, what a fing waste of time that was. :smack: I've really got to start thinking things through more..."http://www.mustangislandbeachclub.com/sandcastle.gif

Funny how those two seem so right together. Was the anger management court-ordered?

Look who's back. :-)

(And those folks in India? They're actually thinking "OK, there's the butter. Now all we need is chickpea flour and sugar and we can make half a ton of ladu...")

Corn on the cob, lobster, baked potatoes, popcorn, Last Tango In Paris....

WHAT?
You mean I ate all those Brussels sprouts, because Mom said they were going to bed hungry over there, and they were really up all night carving butter?

I feel so used. :sniff: