Considering he's ... well, Argus, he should!

Considering he's ... well, Argus, he should!

Lucius... maybe Notsosaintly a little...Maybe more than a little.

Lucius... maybe Notsosaintly a little...Maybe more than a little.

A bit, but she left, and Dreamy didn't return to follow through, so in the end all was well. *grin*

A bit, but she left, and Dreamy didn't return to follow through, so in the end all was well. *grin*

Must've been Peppermint!  I only had that one, and it served its purpose!

Must've been Peppermint!  I only had that one, and it served its purpose!

I've been doing it all darn day.  I bought this dress.  It's strapless, goes down to the floor, is held up by my ribcage and two beaded straps that tie about my neck.  My breasts keep dropping every time I lift my arms (one of the reasons why it's an at-home dress), so I have to keep reaching in and cupping them up, fluffing them back into place. You know, so those perky things point in the same direction.THAT is how you fluff.

Ah yes, I vaguely remember the good old days of "perky".  Four kids and five years of breastfeeding cured that problem!

Yes, well, I remember the days when I didn't have to keep encouraging them UPward back into place (2 kids, both breastfed ruined it; you're so right).  Thank goodness I'm only a 38B ... if I were larger, well, for one, this dress would be an impossibility and for another, there'd be no way to keep those suckers up.I keep looking in the mirror and tug upward on the skin near my armpit and think, "Now, all I NEED is a little tuck here and everything will be just fine."  What do they call that, a boob lift?  *lol* No, that's what they get on to get back into place.  "Top floor anyone?"

I've been doing it all darn day.  I bought this dress.  It's strapless, goes down to the floor, is held up by my ribcage and two beaded straps that tie about my neck.  My breasts keep dropping every time I lift my arms (one of the reasons why it's an at-home dress), so I have to keep reaching in and cupping them up, fluffing them back into place. You know, so those perky things point in the same direction.THAT is how you fluff.

Ah yes, I vaguely remember the good old days of "perky".  Four kids and five years of breastfeeding cured that problem!

Yes, well, I remember the days when I didn't have to keep encouraging them UPward back into place (2 kids, both breastfed ruined it; you're so right).  Thank goodness I'm only a 38B ... if I were larger, well, for one, this dress would be an impossibility and for another, there'd be no way to keep those suckers up.I keep looking in the mirror and tug upward on the skin near my armpit and think, "Now, all I NEED is a little tuck here and everything will be just fine."  What do they call that, a boob lift?  *lol* No, that's what they get on to get back into place.  "Top floor anyone?"

I know there's tequila in it.  I think there might be another kind of alcohol, but I'm not an expert.  I drink only the mango ones because I looooove mangos.  (I figure it counts as a serving of fruit.)  I don't drink much actually, so I am not the person to ask.

I know there's tequila in it.  I think there might be another kind of alcohol, but I'm not an expert.  I drink only the mango ones because I looooove mangos.  (I figure it counts as a serving of fruit.)  I don't drink much actually, so I am not the person to ask.

Uh-huh. 

Uh-huh. 

I have to.  I know what I want, and when I know what I want, I go after it with a vengeance.  At least when I write.  In RL, I just sit back and dream about stuff and write.  LOL

I have to.  I know what I want, and when I know what I want, I go after it with a vengeance.  At least when I write.  In RL, I just sit back and dream about stuff and write.  LOL

I'd die for a mango margarita right about now.  Mmmmm....

I'd die for a mango margarita right about now.  Mmmmm....

That was my goal all along, and no one wrote anything to contradict me ... so, yup, stolen!

That was my goal all along, and no one wrote anything to contradict me ... so, yup, stolen!

Notsosaintly admires the dress and the billow from afar ... Though she very much would like to feel the fabric slipping through her fingers.Long dresses are the best.  Long skirts, long dresses.  I just bought one at Forever 21 (I'm 39 and I walked in that store *shakes head*)  that I have worn all day arond the house.  Cotton, lightweight, down to the floor (I'm 5'2" so that's a given when purchasing a dress that's not a petite size).  I love it.

Oh I love them too. I am also 5'2" and know how hard it is to find a good fit, but then it gives me an excuse to buy more shoes.

Notsosaintly admires the dress and the billow from afar ... Though she very much would like to feel the fabric slipping through her fingers.Long dresses are the best.  Long skirts, long dresses.  I just bought one at Forever 21 (I'm 39 and I walked in that store *shakes head*)  that I have worn all day arond the house.  Cotton, lightweight, down to the floor (I'm 5'2" so that's a given when purchasing a dress that's not a petite size).  I love it.

Oh I love them too. I am also 5'2" and know how hard it is to find a good fit, but then it gives me an excuse to buy more shoes.

You're darn right we do!  They're where they're supposed to be.

You're darn right we do!  They're where they're supposed to be.

Uh-huh.  Any red-blooded male would definitely respond to that.

Uh-huh.  Any red-blooded male would definitely respond to that.

I am totally laughing.  I'm sure it probably IS from a movie, but I have no clue which.  Actually, it comes from a fanfic I read, and probably one of my own, a BDSM piece, you know, where he smacks her and she has to say, "Thank you, master, that's one," or something to that effect.    Just those words alone make me melt for some odd, perverted reason.

I was writting tonight with the TV on for background noise when I heard that line. Kevin Bacon says it in 'National Lampoon's Animal House'. I feel so much better now. LOL

Oh, great.  I'm reduced to National Lampoon.  Fitting, really, if you think about it.

I am totally laughing.  I'm sure it probably IS from a movie, but I have no clue which.  Actually, it comes from a fanfic I read, and probably one of my own, a BDSM piece, you know, where he smacks her and she has to say, "Thank you, master, that's one," or something to that effect.    Just those words alone make me melt for some odd, perverted reason.

I was writting tonight with the TV on for background noise when I heard that line. Kevin Bacon says it in 'National Lampoon's Animal House'. I feel so much better now. LOL

Oh, great.  I'm reduced to National Lampoon.  Fitting, really, if you think about it.

I said WHAT?  Okay, that was a slip.  I'll go change now.  *slinks away*

I said WHAT?  Okay, that was a slip.  I'll go change now.  *slinks away*