Poor Guy can’t get any rest with Kate’s incessant squawking. And I am having no luck with the nap idea so far. Might as well send a little more Guy–the lighter side– your way this Guyday Friday. Enjoy! I’m gonna veg.
I don’t think he’d ever be unemployed in that line of work, do you?
Of course we know you were first, Sir Guy. Nobody can out-glam you, our dear Dark Knight.
Oh, come on, when he’s looking at you like that, what else can he expect??
Her time at the castle could have been so much more enjoyable.
The world-weary Hot Velveteen Henchman has seen it all.
Maybe it’s my ’80′s hair band roots, but I can never get enough of Glamour Guy – I LOVE all that hair! Can I get a hair flip mon cher?
*smirks, tosses back mane as he give a proud, rather stallion-like sniff* But of course, my lady. Anything for YOU.
oops – I was all a flutter from the toss of that mane – dumped 2/3 of a giant iced coffee! (On the plus side, I didn’t have my manuscript out on the desk at the time!) *SIGH* add klutz to dork please
*crinkles brow, tilts head* Oh, dear, Lady Obscura, did you spill any on yourself? Perhaps I could assist in removing it? *arches a single brow* With my tongue?
Well, now that you mention it, there is a little….
*purrs* Here, allow me to get that for you . . .
Oh Sir Guy? This way please, I also have an iced coffee…
*throws Obscura a knowing glance and what looks suspiciously like a wink* Ah, Lady Bechep, you naughty wench. I suppose you’ve spilled yours as well and need my–assistance?
Share and share alike is my motto
Careful Sir Guy, who knows what all of that caffiene and sugar will do to you 
*grins devilishly* Ah, but that is the beauty of being So Not Dead, my lady. I can consume as much as I want and it has no ill-effects on me. And I have great–endurance.
*sighs appreciatively* That IS a relief – we wouldn’t want you to “crash” at an inopportune moment
*Another flick of the hair as he folds his arms* My lady, the Great I Am NEVER,erm–crashes. *smirks* I guarantee it.
All that and modest too
You do turn a girl’s head Sir Guy!
*makes a gracious little bow* I live to serve my adoring ladies. Wanton sex god that I am.
Indeed I have, somehow I seem to have poured the whole thing all over myself. And With all that caffeine Sir Guy you will be up all night!
*a dark chuckle* Oh, my lady, I need not the caffeine to stay–up all night, as you put it. *a wolfish grin*
LOL…what degree of entendre are we up to now?
Oh, I can take it pretty far . . . LOL And Sir Guy is simply shameless.
Shameless and gorgeous! No wonder I love him
(shame is definitely overrated in smoulering henchmen)
He’s finally having all the fun he was denied in Character Life. Being So Not Dead is MUCH better.
damn skippy!
“damn skippy”??? I need a translation, please, Leigh.
What on earth did poor Skippy do? I can’t have you maligning one of our national treasures like that
*fans self* Sir Guy you are making me blush!
*sly little smile* Oh, I specialize in inducing blushes—amongst other things.
You are soooo wicked Sir Guy. And you induce all sorts of things
Someone pass the smelling salts please.
Sorry to intrude on this rather “intimate” exchange
. .but I can’t get your latest post to open, Angie (“Stage Beauty 2004″, etc.)
I deleted that post several hours ago, that would be why (and thought I also deleted Tweet, but I guess it posted twice). I accidentally hit publish, it wasn’t supposed to go up until this weekend. Sorry!
No worries! I’m just reading my emails and the notification of the post is in my inbox.
It’s already the weekend in my house (as in, 10.55am Saturday) so you go hit “publish” any old time you like
I haven’t had a chance to finish it yet, so it’s probably going to be sometime into the day tomorrow. I haven’t slept at all since a nap yesterday afternoon so running low on fuel.
Angie started it….
Well, Sir Guy actually started it, I just facilitated, I suppose one could say.
That is true I suppose, my apologies – Sir Guy started it
Alas, I must bundle up and head out into snow (again-ugh) Minus my scarf which I had to use to sop up my spill. Anyone got anything warm I can wrap around my neck?
Other than Sir Guy? (who is awfully warm and cozy) . . .
Sir Guy would be divne…he can crawl right inside my jacket and…*ahem* I’d better go-type to you later
For Kathryngaul, the translation is not an affront to anyone, but simply an amplification of agreement. Skippy in American refers to the gleeful act of skipping, although it is also a brand name for peanut butter.
Sort of like a more modern version of “you’re darned tootin’!” The phrase was also implemented frequently by one of the characters in a popular mystery series by American author Janet Evanovich.
Skippy in Australia refers to a kangaroo in a tv show! He helped solved crime and rescued people (think lassie with an Australian accent!)