bossymarmalade | you remember the story of oedipus, don't you?

...and I have come down with the cold yet again. wtf?

At any rate, I had a marvelous time seeing

throughadoor this weekend, what with the fun of midnight runs to Seattle, the staggering variety of American junk food, MuchMusic playing constant news about Miss Brit and Mister Cha-sez (you'd think Canadians could pronounce a French name), and best of all, a martini lunch. Being tipsy with people I adore is fun. Plus I may or may not have bought a Milky Way for the sole reason of finding out just how silky they are. (the conclusion? not very.)

Of course, this left little time for the lynncest stories for the sometimes i call my lady 'momma' challenge, but we prevailed. And here's mine:

my own personal creature

I'm pretty certain I stole the bit about Lynn-washing-panties-in-sink from somebody, possibly

imogennegomi, but I can't quite remember. If it was you, let me know and I'll stick that in the credits. *g*

EDIT: ahah, it was

throughadoor hesself I stole the panties from. It makes a beautiful kind of Only Two sense, in a way.

you remember the story of oedipus, don't you?

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