Very nice you two; a joy to read.
Welcome Lori

Ahh, 'tis a night of wonder and delight, indeed. For surely this encounter be not merely a happening of chance but a gathering of fate? Here I digress, there be no glorious adventure worth telling this night. And thou self? :D
















Crayon box...lol

Thank you ever so much :D Few things are more fun than playing with words in all their glorious shades of meaning and connotation.

Perhaps it is indeed a serendipitous occasion written and orchestrated before the first star was born in the inky depths of the universe. I have not before dared to believe in the miry depths the paths of fate are sure to lead but if this be what is in store for me I go forth with a grateful and open mind.

As for my death defying adventures on this most precious of nights, I could claim a thousand exploits but the reality is far more tepid tragically. However, I'm quite astir with energy due to my return to the grindstone of the working world after a week long vacation. I did such exciting things as fixing stock checks from printing twice and making sure ap history showed up correctly when an ap check has multiple vouchers today. ;)


-Lori



- an apt metaphor yes? :P

Ahhh...perchance it is as the man who doth not believe in the sea serpent slightly until, suddenly, his vessel submerges silently, as serpentine slitherings encircle said sailor's self and...swoooosh. Fate falls faithfully, fearlessly forth.

Huzzah! The scandal of the scoundrelous stock checks hath been solved. You have the gratitude of us all. I myself have no wondrously woven tall tales of terror. Surely studying and class provide no means for satisfaction. >:(

What an awe-inspiring aura of alliteration that astounds and bestirs my blushing countenance to congratulatory conniptions of clapping :P it is far easier to avoid the hidden serpent's strike when the venom already pulses in thy veins then when he lies silent beneath the stones aka hind sight is 20 20. Fate if it does exist is beyond our control.

What tomes of forgotten lore hold your fascination and your future in their dusty grasp and what dreams for the days to come doth they bestir in your steadily beating heart?

-Lori

Ahh, I'm afraid my adoration for assonance and alliteration is an abomination. And I am clearly quite confused concerning said serpent's strike, relating or referring, specifically, soundly, to its venom in thine veins.

Hmmm...forgotten tales of fanciful fantasy fill my wandering mind with wondrous thoughts of wild worlds...but reality remains ruefully rooted, a reminder of the limits of life. And what yarn yields your fancy?

Thinking maybe we just witnessed the birth of a special friendship. :-)

Welcome Lori.

Looks like you are finding fellow wordsmith's to have great social intercourse with.

Will be looking forwards to you post in threads.