Having met both Canterlope and Steve in person, I believe her!
And, don’t waste energy being jealous, just enjoy thinking about how nice it was to be pampered like that.
I have a lovely husband as well, and while he hasn’t gone quite that far in being a romantic, there are a ton of little things he does for me, on a daily basis that are meaningful. Of course, I feel like a spoiled rotten kid today, he took me shopping yesterday and bought me almost a new wardrobe!!!
<BLOCKQUOTE class=“ip-ubbcode-quote”><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Heidi:
The way to a man’s heart is through his…bowels
Hans and I recently celebrated 15 years together; the first year is fondly remembered as the Gaseous Year. 
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And I always thought the first anniversary was paper or something like that. 
What did you get him? An oxygen mask?
Come and visit the horses at: http://www.crosscreek.tk
Canterlope, you are a very lucky woman to have such a beautiful farm and an amazing husband! Does he have a brother? 
Heineken, email me (same address as my IM)…I’m racking my brain to come up with substitutes in DC! You definitely deserve better. 
Well Coreene, nothing wrong with that, considering how many men SCRATCH their nether-regions in PLAIN VIEW of anyone and everyone.
So why can’t we women adjust?
Hans happens to be conveniently sitting in the office with me and lo and behold, he’s hacked into the office puter and is rummaging for pictures of Bum Boy. 
Think he’s trying to atone for the Christmas party.
I am secure in the knowledge that my mother does NOT frequent this board, so I will also add that I too have a cat that likes to watch the numping. Didn’t seem too interested in it, but sat right next to me and purred like a mad moped through the whole thing.
Dirty cat indeed! 
A bank teller’s pet peeve: “What part of Wait Here For Next Available Teller do you NOT understand???”
I went to the Rolex party at the 96 Olympics and I met the majority of the team members. I got a little drunk, gave Kerry Milliken a hug and held her bronze medal. Then I climbed up a stone wall and fell off of it on to the head rep. of Rolex.
I met my husband through the equestrian industry. He was a client. We snuck around for several months, because I didn’t want to lose my job. We got engaged and I had to explain why the girl with no boyfriend suddenly had a rock on her hand. I resigned almost immediately.
“I never met a donut that I didn’t like.”
And then there was the time a boyfriend said “Hang on a sec,” as we were going to a restaurant, ran into a florist and came out with these gorgeous roses, which of course I forgot to take with me.
B-L-O-N-D-E.
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Yes. Roasting marshmellows. 
Never danced on a bar (that I can remember). I do remember (slightly) riding through the high country of the Rockies after dropping a hit of …
But it feels sooooo good, Willem! And so freeing! 
First concert: I don’t remember. My parents took me, we were on a lawn, and I was asleep. I was stepped on by a drunk man trying to find the way back to HIS blanket. Not fun. Jimmy Buffett is my favorite concert, though.
I have never been caught in the car, although the car did break down inconviently while we were driving it off to um nump. We were picked up by a good samaritan - that was hard to explain to our hosts when we arrived back at their house.
I have thrown one really awesome party in my life. I danced on a table at it. I don’t THINK I flashed anyone, but I don’t know for sure. Unfortunately I threw said party in the college social room and there was lots of alcohol. The penance was well worth it.
I attend the KA Order’s annual Mardi Gras party, but I don’t flash there.
I have definitely posted on this BB in the middle of the night after coming home from partying with friends, still drunk. (I think it was to argue about something, which might be why Dementia used to think I was negative.) 
I had to remove my Negativity Clique affiliation because it made the posts too wide.
I also know exactly what happens to a can of Green Giant french cut green beans when you throw them straight down two stories and they land on a hardwood floor.
My car, a Jeep Cherokee, has hauled 9 people. But it has not been numped in.
Just checked out FlashMountain…TOO FUNNY! But who goes to Disneyland well-endowed and braless???
EMPLOYED!!! Finally!! I started at Cosi and didn’t spill anything on anyone (yet), Dupont North for all you VA/MD/DC’ers 
The Playboy Bunny thing is SO COOL! What a fun thing to be able to say…
EMPLOYED!!! Finally!! I started at Cosi and didn’t spill anything on anyone (yet), Dupont North for all you VA/MD/DC’ers
Oh, yes, the fart that binds
Who hasn’t suffered through terrible gas in the first months of a new relationship; and perhaps ponygrl has it right, it’s the man in whose company you can let go a biggie, who proves to be the keeper. Is there a dutch oven icon with the new features, Erin?
Men are surprising at times, only so very rarely. Just when ya think they’re brain-dead, they startle you with such clear and exact details that tell you they think, they care, they internalize.
Yes, Merry, Hans, my beloved Oded-lookalike is romantic in a truly earnest and practical way. It’s part of his charm.
Let’s start with some randomness. One of my new year’s resolutions is to keep my car clean enough so that I won’t always have to say “Oh, you drive, I have an arena worth of dirt in my car.”
We used to have 30 stables in Orange County, California.
Willem REALLY DOES think he is a rock star.
Those Equitation Suits in the old days were really scary, especially when they were screaming teal with matching scalloped chaps.
I always liked men with guitars.
It’s a good thing I live far from so many of my dear BBers or we’d wind up in jail. A lot.
Heidi, I have nothing to say. I am in awe.
As is my friend.
Too many of ‘em are lil’ pumpkins. Have to be 6’ at least. Tall.
No you’re not, Cashmere, honey. I’ve got you beat with a 79%. 
However, my 49 year old supervisor took the test and shocked us all with an 88%!
A bank teller’s pet peeve: “What part of Wait Here For Next Available Teller do you NOT understand???”
Of course I had to go find a picture…
Yep, Ponchie wants to meet Willem - but he doesn’t quite fit in the carry-on bag…
OK - a commercial for Webster just came on!! (I am watching a tape from 1984 - the Olympics no less) Dude - Jordache!!! OMG this is hysterical!!OK, sorry, got distracted by the Atari 2600 and Jordache jeans…
It’s better than pushing up daisies…
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