Various silly things

[Amy Z]

Doreen wrote:

>I have to tell you ... when I read this, all I could think about was 
> you and your husband at the bus stop, having been *deprived* for oh 
> so many weeks ... and there you both were ... nobody else in 
> sight ... suddenly he grabbed you, swung you into his arms, giving 
> you a long, lingering kiss ... and just as things are going great 
...
> the bus comes.

> Doreen, who needs to take Lysol to her brain some days.

No, but you DO need to start writing HP fanfic!  You clearly have the 
right kind of mind.

Amanda suggested that my name become

>Amy Zachariasdottir = daughter of an Icelandic fundamentalist 
preacher

I'll take it!  I'd better print this out--I'll never remember how to 
spell it.  I am grateful, however, that I'm not really the daughter of 
an Icelandic fundamentalist preacher.

>Cassandra Claire also was in attendance. Tonight she was escorted by 
none
>other than Dr. Simon Branford. Both seemed to be getting along 
splendidly. ...
>And it was a thrill to see my imposing boss giggle and blush like a
>fifteen-year old girl... in all the years I'd worked at the Prophet, 
I'd never
>seen her look so happy.
>"You fancy redheads, don't you?" I teased Simon ...
>"Only certain ones these days. Cassie is perfect."
>And, judging from the playful banter and intense interaction between 
those
>two, I supposed the feeling was mutual.
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>Trouble in Paradise Chapter 9: Lady Marmalade by Ebony, a.k.a. AngieJ

My, Simon, you do get around, don't you?

BTW, is there a difference between rugby and rugby union?

Amy Z