The Life & Miss-Adventures of Emme Rogers
For a little week morning silliness, @rott1058 has a twitpoll going for my Halloween costume. Apparently he and clippernolan think I should dress as Emma Peel from The Avengers.
Must say, I am quite flattered. Although I do think this is just about the two of them seeing me clad from head to toe in leather.
PS And yes Christian, I can totally tell which vote was yours! 
Not an easy thing to do to decide on the perfect dates for Kittyn and I for tonight for our delightfully romantic winter date to Cypress Mountain. I’ve wanted to go on the Chocolate Fondue Snowshoe Tour for so many years now that this is not a decision to be made lightly. Also I have to say, theres been some damn sweet, most flattering and rather amusing Valentines.
So here are my thoughts:
Would love to take either Clive or Christian (@daubu), but they live too far away to make it here on time.
Adore my little Dose of Lunacy (@monicahamburg) and @saltybean, but they hate snow and I don’t want them ruining my love of snow (already I’m thinking of gagging Kittyn, at least until we arrive at Hollyburn Lodge).
Raul will always be my Valentine, but I may have to strangle him if he starts whispering ‘sweet Microsoft Vista nothings’ in my ear, so he’s out, as that would take away from the romance.
Tris, the Hussey, is a taken man and I want a bit of romance, so he’s out.
My ginger’s letters made me laugh, but call me weird (and many have), but I don’t find having my eyeballs plucked out with a spoon to be all that romantic and I want romance.
@ericaha is the perfect snow loving gal, but she confessed to me that she actually already has plans for this evening. Should have known the good ones would go fast.
It is for my desire for romance that I’ve decided to make Keith my date. His letter is the most romantic and I do have to admit that he’s a good kisser, plus he likes nibbling on my ears.
For Kittyn, I’ve decided that ‘Savannah’ would be the perfect date for her, as they are both brats and deserve each other.
Congrats Keith and ‘Savannah’! Looking forward to discovering how the night unfolds!
Kisses,
Emme
No lack of love this week. A few more Valentines from our tweethearts:
Sadly not in Van City, because this Tweetie Pie is most lovable. Thank you @daubu!
If I was violently anti-Valentines, I would send you a pretty Valentine with hearts, and bows, and undying expressions of lub.
Understand your anti-Valentine sentiments and perhaps I should clarify my Valentine thoughts. I don’t think we should wait until one day of the year to tell people that we love them and then shower them will silly gifts, because you feel it is expected. I feel everyday should be Valentines Day in the sense that you tell people you love them everyday and when you buy them a gift it is because you see something special for them and want to surprise them, not because you feel you have to.
A Tweetheart to Kittyn from @gingerbeer:
My cabbage, my turnip, my radish, my Kittyn. Like a shaken beer, my love for you fills me with joyous froth. Do you not realize that if life were a cracker, you would be the cheese? Let me melt you. My love is like my back lawn. It just grows and grows. It will never be cut down. My lolling tongue laments its lack of use, my lolly. Sheep are no match to your willy ways, my lambkins. Even though they are pretty good. Especially the Dorsets, though their wool is not as fine as your average Merino. But of course with you I could dispense with the gum boots. If you were the weety-bix I would be the milk. Let me soak into you slowly. I have rent open my feelings so that, however rudely they may be expressed, I have been left nakedly nude of any pretense otherwise. Let us thrust our outpouring with tweets no more, my magnificent.
Love Ginger
xxxxx
Loving the fact that the ginger has compared Kittyn to a barnyard animal. That makes me smile this morning, especially after having to deal with her diva moments last night of “What do you mean I need to wear long johns and snowpants!!! That’s not a Kittyn look!” All I can say is dear God, I don’t know what she thinks going for a moonlit snowshoe means, but for me – ‘romance, snow, fresh mountain air, invigorating, magic, and dress warmly’. So thinking of taking three dates for me this morning and leaving Kittyn behind.
Kittyn – you know I wouldn’t do that, but dress warmly and no whining unless you want I snowball planted on those plump, red lips of yours.
