Oh would you relax; I am kidding. I just really wanted to use that for the title to this, my humble little reminder that it's Cotillion time again. You may enter the dance via the main ballroom--
http://cotillionball.blogspot.com/
Or rest your poor feet a moment on a brocade footstool in one of these cozy, elegant salons--
Knowledge is Power (er, eventually. Technical difficulties over there at present.)
The more this goes on the more I enjoy the multiple-hosts thing. I like to see what each woman does with it. Creativity abounds.
Posted by Ilyka at June 28, 2005 11:02 PM in hell is other peopleI find it hypocritical of you to refer to "multiple hosts" when I'm sure your position on the war precluded you from ever engaging in a threesome. Prude.
Posted by: Hubris at June 28, 2005 11:24 PMAdmit it. You want to kiss Hubrus full-on the mouth right now. With tongue.
Because, you know -- I do.
Feeling fat, weepy, pukey, old, pregnant prudish me.
*sobs*
Posted by: Margi at June 29, 2005 03:51 AMOh for pity's sake--you aren't fat, Margi! And I'm totally JEALOUS that you're pregnant, and me without even any husband.
Posted by: ilyka at June 29, 2005 04:03 AMEw! Sex and nakidniss are dirty! How can you even mention it! You go wash your blog out with soap right now, or Jesus will send you right to Hell!
Posted by: Andrea Harris at June 30, 2005 12:24 AMJesus will send you right to Hell!
Thanks, Sister Mary Ignatius!
Posted by: repentant sinner at June 30, 2005 12:50 AMWell, it's too late for me, Ilyka. Save yourself.
I can, however, keep from sex and nakidniss for the next nine months - there are several clever excuses at my disposal.
I'm heartily sorry for despoiling your blog with my naughtiness.
Posted by: Margi at June 30, 2005 02:32 AM