Maze and Liza visit me again

The big day was Sunday Nov. 23!  This time Liza did not get lost.  In fact, she arrived early - a huge grin on her beautiful face.  She is like a little doll, so cute and adorable, and sweet, and funny, lovely and loving,  and saucy.  She has a $$$$million dollar smile as you can tell from all her photos.  She had made some fried rice that smelled yummy right at the door, and brought some spring rolls. We got in a little girl talk before Maze arrived.

I hoped he wouldn't get stopped at the border because of the apple pie.  He made it from Buffalo to Niagara Falls, Ontario in record time.  He was struggling with a big brown bag and a big pie box.  Lots of goodies - 2 kinds of fancy sushi, Polish sausages, lucious creamy ice-cream for the pie he had made with his very own  hands.

He looked good - all neat and well-groomed - was that his army training? or his Polish mother telling him always wear clean clothes when you go out.  He looked fashionable, his daughters had given him some serious talking about matching stuff up.  Maze smells really nice - like fresh clean line dried -laundry. 

Liza and Tom snapped lots of photos.  I am going to ask Santa for a digital camera so I can join in the fun.  Why Liza likes to take pics of my bookshelf is a mystery to me, though looking at it right now, it is pretty interesting visually.  She took a picture through the screen of my balcony.  Both Maze and Liza take interesting photos. Liza and I don't like how we look in any photos.  Maze doesn't care how he looks.

We talked about everything - what women talk about with women, yoga, proper breathing (complete breath), pot, sex, what women find physically appealing about men - Liza likes facial hair, I like men with nice hands and forearms.  We didn't ask Tom what he liked.  He did roll up his sleeves to display his arms and told us some macho stuff about men having to have strong arms.  We talked about pot, baking the pie, mentioned Martha, Morningstar and many other  different friends on Gaia, pot, gurus, Catholics, Buddhists, pot, sex, Playboy, whether covergril/centerfol Carol Alt's boobs were real - I said" phoney - they're circular", but maze didn't care if they were real or not.

Maze went into the bathroom and said he wasn't going to put the seat up and  he was going to pee on the seat.  He is such a naughty boy, a real trouble-maker.  I warned him (probably his mother and wife have  too) not to pee on the seat, and to put the seat down, and don't pee on the rim either or if you do, at least have the decency to get some of the old 3-ply there and wipe up your dribbles.  After he left I inspected the complete unit and found he had heeded my warning.   Maze makes up stories about me, so I can make up stuff or exaggerate (sp?) what really happened or was said.

I had arranged the medicine cabinet slightly to give it a more casual look just in case he looked in there.  He said in his blog that he didn't look, but I don't believe him because he lies about stuff in such an adorable way.  If I get to his house ever, I will definitely look in his medicine cabinet, booby-trapped or not.

When I told someone that I had some friends coming to visit me that I had met on-line, they were horrified --"You're going to let STRANGERS into your house!?!?"
With a giant smile on my face, I said "Yep, twice!"  Let's make it a Triple Play.  Pot.