Certainly I would treat my wife better than other women out there, besides my mother. But how do I know it's you? I would love to meet you and be with you, but right now the best way to do that is on Second Life. But anyone could masquerade as you, unless you show me what you look like and what your tag is. Like that girl in the bat suit was friendly enough, but I couldn't say much because I didn't know it was you or what. You're probably too busy or shy or whatever to come and be with me while I hang out at NCI Kuula. You probably wouldn't have the nerve to say anything to me if you did. That's OK, I can do all the talking, and we can talk in Instant Messenger so the crowd can't read it. So show me what your avatar looks like along with your tag (take a screen shot to show the tag), so I know it's you, because if I don't know it's you then I would ignore you. Did you expect me to guess? What... did you think I'm psychic or something?
Did you get that, Natty? Come and hang out with me in Second Life. Show me what your avatar looks like so I know it's you. Don't stew your emotions all alone. Stew them with me. And for heaven's sake, put some effort into your avatar. Don't just use the generic avatars. I'm usually at NCI Kuula from 6:30 to 9 am PDT.
Pina, that dress suits you much more. You look all lovely and grown up.
My Mom gave me some Japanese mushrooms, so lunch today was coconut cream of chicken and mushroom soup. The stems were big and fat, so I diced them up with garlic and onion then sauteed them in butter. Instead of cream, I used extra thick coconut cream. I had to put some milk in there. It was very thick and rich, and very filling. I'm so full. I had to put half of it away. Alhamdulillah.
