Not saying I don't trust your Mad and Lews, but perhaps I should contact Sharon and Sally, just to reassure myself that they are both well and good, all limbs still in the proper places and attached...that sort of thing? Just a thought...He has never bitten, chewed or masticated any of his domestic partners except when invited to by said victim. Well there was that incident in 98 with Sharon… and then again last fall with Sally, but they were both asking for it in a more or less straightforward kind of round about way.
In any event charges were never pressed so it really never happened in a legal sense.
I know for certain I read a thread in which the reading prowess of Lews was discussed. I just know it!! ~eyes you somewhat suspiciously~ Now I have to search the Forums from top to sideways in order to check your version of the truth! A bugger of a task.But I digress, please do feel free to review without worry. Mad doesn't mind and Lews can't read.
I must agree with H Dean on this. That phrase is used only when horribly disastrous events are distinctly imminent. I will be nowhere near the water when I post a review to your stories. Ok, ok, granted, keeping my dainty toes from splashing about while I do review might also be a good idea seeing as I use the computer to do so, but still, that doesn't negate the need to be wary of the pitfalls of the dreaded "perfectly safe" syndrome.I'm sure it's perfectly safe.
Profound apologies, H Dean, as I did have to giggle a bit on that one. Not so much about your exaggerative skills, but the reference..."the scream heard 'round the world" and such. Oh my! Another fit of humor just thinking of it. But seriously, it will be my ~giggles~ most determined effort ~giggles again~ to make sure I refrain ~almost laughing full on~ from engaging in such ~mentally chants, "I will stop laughing!...I will stop laughing!"~ shameless mockery. ~sighs and wipes away the laffy tears~ Ahem...yes, I will do my best.Please be aware that Mr. Dean is sometimes prone to vast exaggeration. It's why I sometimes call him Howard.
And now my Southern guilt has sauntered in to chastise me about the fun-making, so to Mr. Dean (the screamer, not the exaggerator (and I'm not calling H Dean and exaggeration aficionado...that was Mad, or was it Lews?? oh bother! and I can't do another set of parentheses)), bless your heart, sugar pie.
But just to make my own sort of claim to what is and what isn't so. Mad Lews, I have read a few of your stories now. It is definitely not your bites I am concerned about. And H Dean...living wall art. Need I say more?
Continued brilliant writing to you both!
tessa