<p>Not that there’s anything wrong with that.</p>
<p>I’m confused. Are we talking about hot flashes or happy-ho-hotties? :D</p>
<p>LOL! </p>
<p>Orientation aside, the tie moves were hot. Had I not been laughing so hard, I might have needed smelling salts. </p>
<p>What is a happy-ho-hottie? Anyone? Do they live in egg chairs?</p>
<p>Around here we have an a capella group d’un certain age called “Suzanne and the Guys with Ties.” I’m looking at them in a whole new light. ;)</p>
<p>LOL. Lucky Suzanne!</p>
<p>I made it up. We’re allowed to do that in here. </p>
<p>Main Entry: happy-ho-hottie
Pronunciation: 'ha-pE - 'hO - 'h</p>
<p>Ok, Slugg,</p>
<p>You can pour me one of those, I buy a round for the house. Today is my birthday and it is the little things in life that make you happy; the heat wave in NYC has passed and I haven’t had a hot flash all day. That was until I read Aries posting, now I am wondering if she captured on video. We can all go in the back to watch it or one of the guys may want to entertain us with their own rendition of the tie dance.</p>
<p>okay, better stop now, I have to fan my self. whew!!</p>
<p>Oy! May I have some of #4? ;)</p>
<p>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SYBBIE!!! May I say that you look damn hot for 32?</p>
<p>Had I known it was coming, I would have gotten it on my digital in video. As it were, I got two pictures. Apparently, no one got video. 
Alas, lost to posterity!</p>
<p>It’s still freakin hot in DC. Dinner has been OJ, hummus, and crackers.</p>
<p>Sybbie, you are one happy-ho-hottie! HAPPY-HO-BIRTHDAY TO YOU! :)</p>
<p>New SA pastime: Cyber-designing the precisely designed tie customized to each SA denizen, be s/he a tie-ee or a tie-er :p.</p>
<p>I say we start with Sybbie, as it is her b-day. </p>
<p>Sybbie’s tie would have to be a sophisticated Manhattanite kind of thing, appropriately urban chic, yet with a sufficient soupcon of maternal instinct. </p>
<p>Submittals, anyone?</p>
<p>Jmmom - are there bedposts involved? </p>
<p>;)</p>
<p>As for Sybbie’s tie, yes, I’m seeing Manhattanite/maternal… perhaps one of those black/white things with sketched martini glasses and olives… and a few nouveau mother figures… perhaps a lowered lash or two to round out the mix.</p>
<p>Maybe it’s a martini-glass-shaped pram being pushed by Sybbie in Central Park.</p>
<p>As to your first question, aries… Young lady, go wash your mouth out with soap. An idle mind is the devil’s workshop. And so on and so forth. ;)</p>
<p>Hey! I’m a tired girl. Too much traveling. </p>
<p>Okay, that’s not an excuse. What is an excuse, or rather a reason, is that it is apparently my job to articulate what everyone else is thinking. :)</p>
<p>Happy Birthday dear Sybbie!!! :)</p>
<p>Sybbie’s tie probably has-- on a field of big green-- a pattern of little CC Chanel logos, footwear baskets, & dogs on leashes.</p>
<p>Bottoms up!</p>
<p>Happy Birthday Sybbie!!!</p>
<p>I see Sibbie’s tie as a tres chic black pink and white affair. And logo-wise, yes, Chanel. And scented. But the scent is Cartier Must. </p>
<p>Happy Birthday honey. I still remember one of the posts you put on one of my threads last year. Thank you.</p>
<p>Let’s all turn up the TV. It’s Lost again!. Me, I like the Korean guy, name is something like Daniel Jae Kim?</p>
<p>Thanks so much for the good wishes.</p>
<p>I like the dog thing even though I am a reluctant dog owner who happens to now love the dog. I am only the 4 year babysitter of what my D calls my other child who just happens to have fur.</p>
<p>One thing about it, walking the dog is a great leveler. No matter what day it is you don’t get the day off from picking up poop.</p>
<p>But don’t forget to add the chicken bucket (alu, that could be what you are smelling, because SA is a high class joint where only the best bucketed chicken will do) and a pair of plastic basket shoes, because I don’t want to stray too far from my true self :D</p>
<p>Alu, D has a birthday on monday, so the chanel is definitely on her wish .</p>
<p>Yes, Sybbie, I too remember one of your very sweet posts about ‘having my back’ when I was falling off the cliff of despair over D leaving… So maybe we need to add subtle Elsa Perretti-style hearts to this tie pattern? :)</p>
<p>Nobody else has brought this up yet, but maybe it’s time… How’s it going for the rest of you having that newly-grown-up, coop-flown kid back in the nest? </p>
<p>I was expecting major fireworks as her 4:00 am bedtimes & other noxious habits clashed with family values – but it didn’t happen. She is terribly considerate and easy, not out too frequently, not extremely late, always lets us know where she is, when to expect her, who is driving, etc. She even typically asks “is it okay if I…?” so I have had the happy result of always being able to say “yes” to all her proposed plans. I am happy; she is happy. I feel like she has crossed the threshold from kid to friend in a great way. </p>
<p>Perhaps consequently, I am happy to report that in a feat of editing brilliance I have finally succeeded at winnowing down my 7-paragraph pre-going-out warning speech (strangers, cars, booze, ruphies, etc) to only two words that summarize all the directives: “Be Safe.” (Oh honey, girl of my heart, darling D, please please please be safe…)</p>
<p>The other night a friend & I went to dinner and then dancing at a downtown club; we planned to drink & then take a taxi home-- so my DD dropped us off.</p>
<p>Of course, her parting words–? </p>
<p>“Mom: Be Safe.” :)</p>
<p>Well, I’ll answer for Zeus, Hera, et al.</p>
<p>They volunteer to have me back home for as long as I want. Me, the insomniac. Me, the one with a social life that would make a hummingbird on crack tired. </p>
<p>The key to all this (yes, revealing the secrets of my generation!) is to cultivate some separation anxiety. When I move 700 miles away from the 'rents and my sis, they all want to see me. 200 miles away from the nearest relative, and they want me in town. I’m prone to making the occaisional pathetic whimpering noise about law school and too much reading and how I need a new prescription for my glasses because law school wrecked my eyes. Separation anxiety. :D</p>
<p>(Of course, I miss them a lot, too. My little sister - will have to figure out where she is in the Pantheon - once said that she never gave me permission to go away to law school!)</p>
<p>aries,</p>
<p>gotta clean out your PM I need your expertise. thx.</p>
<p>Need this back on page one…</p>
<p>Still let guys in here, don’t you? Can’t add much to the hot flash discussions, though.</p>
<p>My tie would be a nice silk number that ties a small knot with a distinctive dimple. Marmots Gone Wild in a variety of earth tones, with complementary duct tape accents, adorn a forrest green background.</p>
<p>Countdown until August 24th when my D attends freshman orientation. W and D have been bonding well this summer designing and constructing various outfits together and apparently comparing notes on hunky guys. Sorry, can’t add much to that discussion either. Will be strange here when D is gone…</p>
<p>Lot’s of travel between now and end of September, culminating with a trip to Niagra Falls, where we honeymooned, for our 20th anniversary. BEfore then I’ll be in San Diego, Batlimore and Orlando.</p>