Fully dressed…
*In* a dress…
…with nothing underneath…
I trust you can use your imagination. 😉
What? I said I’d seduce the pants off you… I didn’t say MY pants would be off. 😛
Happy Wanton Wednesday!
Fully dressed…
*In* a dress…
…with nothing underneath…
I trust you can use your imagination. 😉
What? I said I’d seduce the pants off you… I didn’t say MY pants would be off. 😛
Happy Wanton Wednesday!
I LOVE those cute shoes! with the pink toes – bite size!
😀
…and with nothing underneath? Hey, are You trying to seduce me? LOL!!! OK, mission accomplished 😀
Now what can I do to return the favor? Hmm… Take out Your trash?, maybe scrub Your floors and do Your dishes? 😛
Nice legs, Mrs. Fever!
I would ADORE it if you would change the lightbulbs in my kitchen. The ones above the bar are really difficult for me to reach. 😉
No problamo! Now if I only knew where You live… 🙁
Ahhhhh… But I think you *do* know, Joel. 😉
Light bulbs? That’s it?
I swap out whole lighting fixtures a hundred feet off the ground as a matter of course! ( when I am not, as today, teaching performers to at least be able to fake skills that have been dead and gone for over a hundred years.)
I have to admit, the dead skills are more satisfying to me for some reason. Though I also have to admit that sharing a lift basket with an “electrician” who was leaving finger marks on the safety railing on the basket last year during the super bowl will probably remain one of the more amusing highlites of my life …
(have I mentioned that I have a weakness for redheads?)
Bring it on girl!
Joel was referring to the commentary on my friend Ganien’s seduction post from earlier this morning. A bit of hyperbolic humor in the ‘Choreplay’ department. Meaning, men who help with housework are hawt. 😉
I was immensely amused by that actually.
I was involved for about 10 hours today by my job. Actually a short day in these intense periods. My Spice … Well it seems she never can escape from the blackberry or the computer.
Despite all that, I did dishes, two loads of laundry, scrubbed at least one bathroom to gleaming perfection.
(high point of the day was seeing one of the sons and that beautiful, though passed out, granddaughter …)
So, in the midst of all this …
When does the getting laid part happen????
Nice gams!!
Thanks. 🙂
The vague nature of the English language. Technically, underneath your dress are your shoes… 🙂
(I’m fully ready for you to argue this point, for some reason. Maybe I’ve grown to expect that. Heh.)
Following that logic…
Technically, underneath the *hem* of my dress…
Are my knees (one of which still sports a most awesome scar from sports of the athletic variety…
Then my calves, ankles, and feet.
My shoes are both *under* and *over* my feet, which are on (but technically OVER) the floor.
Nyeah! 😛
This… is the exact type of response I expected. 😉
Thus, my point of fact related to the above “nothing underneath” has more weight! :P~~~ (with extra tongue-waving action this morning)
So, just to clarify: To your way of thinking…
BOOBS. Are they *not* underneath the dress?
See? Point taken – the English language is too damn vague. Yes, boobs are… one half of the puzzle that is life. And underneath your dress. And not exposed in this pic (alas).
English. Vague. Noted.
Perhaps I should type my next post in Klingon? Or possibly Kardashian… 😛
Okay, Mister “Technically” ~ Here’s another one for ya.
What is *beneath* my dress…..is not the same as…..
What is *under* my dress
What is *below* my dress
What is *inside* my dress
EH? 😉
OK, underneath, beneath, under, below and inside Your dress … Next time, just forget the dress and We’ll all know what’s there 😉
Absolutely! But, many of them are used interchangeably, eh? Should they be synonymous? Hmmmm. Putting it in the context of boobs, they all do fit… right? 😉
If I wear a kilt and get a lift from dgwolf are ya gonna check to see what I’ve got under or inside it? I feel for the electrician, it takes me a couple of days to get used to the lift each time. We got a new one a few years back and it doesn’t reach quite high enough for the outside work and the tilt switch is more sensitive than the old one so we really can’t use it outside. Which is fine by me, our safety harness looks like it was designed by Wile E. Coyote. Slip and fall, about six feet down run out of harness and get the back snapped, then the sudden weight shift would tip the lift over and fall on top of me. Perfect for Acme, not perfect for me. Aren’t you supposed to wear patent leather shoes with dresses?
Erm… Mbeep, beep.
(Roadrunner ain’t got nothin’ on me, dude. 😉 )