Apparently I’m not good at this kind of word game, but I’d have to say mine would involve chocolate and then more chocolate. Somebody go someplace with a chocolate one please.
Holy effing gah, Bossy. That is the most beautiful photograph I think I have ever seen. I am so amazed, I’m not even going to _try_ to use my brain to fill in the blanks. I will just use it to process all the amazement and love of that photograph.
blizzards are to boardgames and cocoa
Thunderstorms are to napping.
Air conditioning is to chips and salsa
A fresh breeze is to sheets and hair.
continuous rain is to bad hair day (after day)
Bitterly cold winter afternoons are to cuddling up on the sofa and watching football (zzzz)
I don’t know. But Grace and Bossy have the same drinking glasses!
snow storms are to a fire in the fire place and hot sake
like ice storms are to warm brandy and fondue
cheesteaks are to baseball games and beer
cheesesteaks are to baseball games and beer
Category 5 hurricanes are to bottled water and propane lanterns
Like indecision is to procrastination and naps.
like hot summer days are to swimming and sipping margaritas.
Apparently I’m not good at this kind of word game, but I’d have to say mine would involve chocolate and then more chocolate. Somebody go someplace with a chocolate one please.
… which is to say, make up an analogy that involves really great chocolate. Since I can’t. But now I want some.
lips are to Breakfast at Tiffany’s
local fairs are to fried cheese curds and lop-eared rabbits.
Oh, excuse me. Is my Midwestern showing?
For Reeb:
Like wanting to get into someone’s pants is to dinner at a five star restaurant and a box of Valhrona chocolates
like an iPod is to a long run on a crisp fall day
Oooh, this is like a blind item. I’m not good at these. I always say something vulgar.
Like lazy Sundays are to breakfast in bed and a good book.
Sanity is to Gin and Tonic
thanks David.
Sunshine is to beach umbrellas and lemonade.
Like work is to bitch and grind. (Can we tell I had a bad day?)
60 Minutes is to sunday evenings and a cup of chai.
Snow is to cocoa and marshmallows…
Or blustery days is to chicken noodle soup and crackers.
Or bad hair days is to potatoes and potatoes.
Holy effing gah, Bossy. That is the most beautiful photograph I think I have ever seen. I am so amazed, I’m not even going to _try_ to use my brain to fill in the blanks. I will just use it to process all the amazement and love of that photograph.