Meh. The only thing that I've found that doesn't go with doodles is Nutella. Trying to spread the Nutella on the doodles makes the doodles get all crumbly....but....a doodle with a Nutella chaser is a wonderful and wild thing.
On a more serious note, the party thread was born on the day I was talking about something silly (gee, quelle surprise!) and some fellow groovy chick (I can't remember who exactly, sorry) said "I so just want to call you F! instead of F1"
Now, if that isn't an accolade from the crowd, I don't know what would be...
Yes, rapacious beavers and bad drivers and crying peeps and serious remodelers are all welcome at the party. We can make fun of each other and still hold hands and talk about ouchies. Even teetotalers have been welcome. That one was a bit of a stretch, but we made it. :-)))
I so look forward to the day when a new unknowing trophy wife scampers in here, shares her lovely silliness with the crowd, and skips back out, full of life's wonder.
It'll happen. And it will be a beautiful sight.
In other news, I still haven't taken care of my super secret Valentine's gift. I should get on that, and hie to the post office. Or not....
You all have been very very kind. I can see the beauty in your souls. I wouldn't trade this experience for anything. Not even Nutella proof doodles. Probably.
I used to date a Nuetalla.. she was nice but not for me ? I am not sure if it was the sugar supplements or somethiing else ? I survived though... not too surprising is it ?
And, jeepers! W2S, the only whining that wine leads to for me is the whining when there's no wine!
Or something like that.
I'm going to have to start DA, Doodles Anonymous, of course. I could go to the meetings wearing those glasses with the mustache attached and those giant eyebrows, especially if I had another grilling accident, but I digress....
Doodles are a metaphor, we all know this of course, right? For a joyful, safe, stable thing in our lives, one that can be picked up and put down. No drama, no trauma, no tears. (Unless it's literally doodles and the designer jeans don't fit so well anymore of course.)
Just a touch of whimsy and a bit of childhood. All wrapped up in orange fingers (sometimes nose tips) and silly silly stories. What's not to like?
Huh, oh that ... uh, well, see I have been blending some self tanning powder with some baby powder so when I get that itchy winter skin I can comfort myself and look like I have been getting some sun.
Whaaaa ... you don't believe me? Well here, I dare you to lick my fingers. Sure, if I'm lying they will taste like the last of the Doodles. Orrrrrrrrr .... you will end up with a tongue that smells like a babies bottom and look like it was caught in the lid of a tanning bed.
So Tom, this Nuetalla chic. Was she from the upstate Nuetallas, or from the old country?
Either way, I bet she was a sweetie. Too bad that didn't work. I guess you think about her often, late at night, when the lights are low, and you are in the kitchen .....
Well said Tom , was that the closing arguments? If so, the jury should come back in your favor. Oh, looks like moderators (jury) have done so, and we are back on the Surviving the Big D Board where we belong. Because : We Have Survived!!! The harem party crowd has adjourned from mid Indiana across the river from Louisville KY and had wonderful weekend with smiling faces, because, we all know we are survivors (and we found a lot of doodles that were , like, FREE). Your second to last P struck a cord, as I was driving up I 71 from KY last night approaching Cinci, Ms $3 M looked me straight in the eye and said: "I want to thank you for letting me be who I am. No strings attached, no needs, no demands. " That's the words of another survivor to another survivor, both having been beat up twice each. No need to fill in the rest of the convesration peeps, because as ATom said, "others value us for whom we are ..." The value of those simple words from one person to another that have both been through x spouse melt downs - MLC or whatever -as the commercial says "priceless". I know for certain now, thanks to a defining moment, I made it to the other side. I have survived. And that is in part from support of all the party peeps, grilling mamal in the middle of winter, vicariously shoveling snow off roof tops, hurtling cows off of parapets ( or african swallows carrying cocunuts or six packs of Holy Grail Ale) or a pair of pets, twin beavers at birth , well U know , whatever. Thanks kids. Life is moving on on my end as well as yours. Pass the doodles and I'll have a glass of Chardonnay to wash'em down. ____________________ Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - Chardonnay in one hand - chocolates in the other - body throughouly used up, totally worn out, and screaming "WOO HOO, What a Ride"
