The Road Less Traveled

[BaseballAnnie]

um, Buckhead, on Peachtree...doesn't exactly narrow it down, but OK.

Labor Day weekend, my girlfriend from Knoxvegas is coming down.

We are going to see Aretha Franklin at Chastain and to a Braves game.

Maybe we should add The Fez to the agenda.

The 3rd would be my 14th anniversary, must celebrate, doncha know?

[sofaraway]

Maybe we should celebrate together, the 29th of this month would have been 15 years for me.....

[BaseballAnnie]

Ugh, all these anniversaries...

But at least I am in a better place this year than last.

So celebrate we shall.

Although, I must confess the thought of Moroccan food, any food, repulses me right now. Too much dinner, too much wine tonight.

But to celebrate with baseball, now you know, THAT I can get excited about...

[sofaraway]

I hear that, now that I know the Braves will be in town I will have to hit up my buddy at Aramark for some tickets.

Of course by then my Mets may have wrapped up the division

[BaseballAnnie]

Sadly, I think you may be right...

But me and Chipper are still thinking Wild Card!

[FriendlyOneDuh]

Hey, BA,

Would you like a short lesson to boogie with the bellydancers???

I'm not any good at it, but I know what it's SUPPOSED to look like.

BTW, your rear is not too big for layers. Don't be so silly!

love you sugar

J

[BaseballAnnie]

J, you are brave to take me on as a student...

Belly dancing? Me?

I'd more likely don one of angelica's corsets.

Just don't see it.

And thanks for the kind words, but you haven't seen my ass after last night's crab cakes, fried green tomatoes, grit cakes, cajun shrimp and oysters. And wine, lots of wine.

Did skip the corn bread though. Such discipline.

[Lissie]

And thanks for the kind words, but you haven't seen my ass after last night's crab cakes, fried green tomatoes, grit cakes, cajun shrimp and oysters. And wine, lots of wine.

OMG yum!

You have a flat stomach and a nice butt. Seems like it is all perfect.

[BaseballAnnie]

You make me laugh...

Yes, baby, in pictures from 1993...

[Lissie]

whatever, 1993 by butt.

recent ones with you riding the horse, (sigh)

beautiful