When can we expect the annoucement that you are preggers?
Speaking of porking how is that going? We haven't gotten any of those details and most if not all of us here want to know how that part of the relationship worked out.
Positions, dirty talk, holes used, number of times, how long on average per each time, everything working ok, props, role playing, uniforms, locations, noises, faces, is hair flying, how far is bodily fluids flying, etc.
I was a bit worried about that snake, but it seems to be coiled towards the photographer and not the happy couple, so I guess that's OK. (The photographer, not being distracted by being newly married, would supposedly get out of the way before the snake could do any damage.)
Minor coincidence: I just got back home from Yellowstone where I had a close encounter of the scary kind with a herd of bison. I had walked well out into the prairie when they suddenly appeared (they move a lot faster than you'd think) and there I was, surrounded. My God they're huge! When combined with the snorting the males make -- terrifying. All I could do was stand stock still and hope. Eventually they moved on. Whew, what an experience.
Chip's a bloody genius. That rattlesnake is a bit unnerving, though. Snake in the garden? Does there always have to be one? The unpredictable but inevitable part of life that lurks, menacing happiness, giving it a sharper edge?
ha ha... amba, the joke is that it's usually her saying "come on... let's get going... what are you doing, reading that lady's blog again? " ("That lady," of course, would be her.)
The relationship just might work as we both understand and appreciate what it means to watch hours and hours gobbled up in the blogosphere.
Still, there comes a point when laptops need to be closed and mountains need to be climbed because the woodland creatures await
Meade wrote seven months ago, on December 30, 2008:
I would love to have a date with Althouse. I can't really imagine it leading to a second date but I think it would be a gas just to watch her as she blogs and talks to herself and laughs out loud.
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24 comments:
Nice, Chip. Thanks!
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*ahem*
Darling, I distinctly heard you say, "One more post..." two posts ago.
Oh Lord hear my prayer...MAKE IT STOP!
Music! This post needs music!
Sadly, Chip left out the woodland critters from South Park. Congratulations Althouse and Meade!
@Jay LOL. That's exactly what I was expecting. From Chip... not from the actual setting. Though I was seriously worried about bears and cougars.
Needs more squirrels.
Awesome! I agree you should set it to music!
Oh, and congratulations!
"*ahem*
Darling, I distinctly heard you say, "One more post..." two posts ago."
So begins the married phase.
Truly Great! Except for one thing:
You really shouldn't have snakes at your wedding. Remember what the snake did to Adam and Eve?
The butterfly is cool, though.
Congrats.
Are you guys porking now?
When can we expect the annoucement that you are preggers?
Speaking of porking how is that going? We haven't gotten any of those details and most if not all of us here want to know how that part of the relationship worked out.
Positions, dirty talk, holes used, number of times, how long on average per each time, everything working ok, props, role playing, uniforms, locations, noises, faces, is hair flying, how far is bodily fluids flying, etc.
Let's talk.
Was that dog in the other picture involved with any "zoo" activities with the two of you?
you two look fabulously happy. May life be generous and give you blessings that will keep you happy together for a long, long time.
As usual -- nicely done, Chip!
I was a bit worried about that snake, but it seems to be coiled towards the photographer and not the happy couple, so I guess that's OK. (The photographer, not being distracted by being newly married, would supposedly get out of the way before the snake could do any damage.)
heh! it's the best!
Minor coincidence: I just got back home from Yellowstone where I had a close encounter of the scary kind with a herd of bison. I had walked well out into the prairie when they suddenly appeared (they move a lot faster than you'd think) and there I was, surrounded. My God they're huge! When combined with the snorting the males make -- terrifying. All I could do was stand stock still and hope. Eventually they moved on. Whew, what an experience.
P.S. Congrats, newlyweds!
Congratulations on your marriage!
(and now it looks like you got married in a Disney movie... soon the chipmunks will start singing).
This is adorable. You guys are adorable. You look wonderful. Congrats.
Chip's a bloody genius. That rattlesnake is a bit unnerving, though. Snake in the garden? Does there always have to be one? The unpredictable but inevitable part of life that lurks, menacing happiness, giving it a sharper edge?
*ahem*
Darling, I distinctly heard you say, "One more post..." two posts ago.
Meade, you knew you were marrying Althouse.
ha ha... amba, the joke is that it's usually her saying "come on... let's get going... what are you doing, reading that lady's blog again? " ("That lady," of course, would be her.)
The relationship just might work as we both understand and appreciate what it means to watch hours and hours gobbled up in the blogosphere.
Still, there comes a point when laptops need to be closed and mountains need to be climbed because the woodland creatures await
Meade wrote seven months ago, on December 30, 2008:
I would love to have a date with Althouse. I can't really imagine it leading to a second date but I think it would be a gas just to watch her as she blogs and talks to herself and laughs out loud.
Count your blessings!
Thanks for the reminder, amba. I do.
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