Sir, you are no gentleman.

Mark G. Harris wanted to know about “those pantelets.”

Scarlett coyly shows Mark G. Harris what’s under her hooped skirts.

Lindsey, on the other hand, has something different under her covers.


Thanks, Lindsey, for the orange poppyseed cookies and the death-by-chocolate mint-frosted brownies you baked and sent to The Compound last night. (I still can’t believe you did that after the day you had yesterday.)

36 thoughts on “Sir, you are no gentleman.”

    1. We should ransack The Compound for a tiny taste of the chocolaty-minty goodness (or I’m going to need a detailed, written report)… because besides trying a tiny bit of the batter, I have no idea if they’re any good or not. If we catch word of good things, I can make another batch. They were pretty easy (but shhhh, don’t tell anyone, they think I SLAVED). 😉

  1. Thanks for being one of the best households on the planet to bake for! 😉 I mean, really, who else would appreciate “Vicodin cookies?”
    … and experimental brownies. 😉

      1. The Queen of Baking can make anything… whilst sticking-it to Suzie Homemaker with a rolled up copy of Martha Stuart Living and perfecting the art of macrame muffin cups… NATURALLY.

  2. Frankly, my dear, I always thought Scarlet was a slut. I alwys thought southern ladies never lifted their skirts for southern gentlemen. But then, who made Mark G a gentleman?

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