But donuts have holes! I think you're trying to confuse me, aren't you! So you can then offer me the comfort of your seductive bosom to rest my lips face against, while I ponder the oddness of it all.

If you were asserting your bossitude all over me, dear, it must have been cunningly hidden under so many floaty layers of diplomacy, that all I saw was this sexy pussycat draped across the bed, saying "You want to channel-surf for the Niblet / go to the Met / puke up all over the carpet? That's *fiiiiine* by me, honey!"

Bossy my pallid English ass! ::laughs a lot::