This Must Be The Legendary Yankee Rudeness

As I Climbed Up Into The High Old Bed, The Large Fly In My Personal Ointment Did The Same. Had I Actually Told Him He Could Get In Bed With Me? Well, I Decided, As I Wriggled Down Under The Soft Old Sheets And The Blanket And The Comforter, If Eric Had Designs On Me, I Was Just Too Tired To Care. "woman?" "hmmm?" "what's Your Name?" "sookie. Sookie Stackhouse." "thank You, Sookie." "welcome, Eric.

I Thought About Making Biscuits, But There Seemed To Be More Than Enough Calories On Board.

This Must Be The Legendary Yankee Rudeness

I Realized That I Was Really Tired Of People Popping On And Off Of My Property Like It Was A Train Station On The Supernatural Railroad.

And By Golly, Love Sure Was A Battlefield. Benatar Was Right About That.