Lunch with a goddess

Those of you who know me from the Rottweiler chat room know of my - how shall I say this - extreme fondness  for our resident KGB spy, Natasha of the House of Clue.  So beautiful is her appearance and so right-wing is her ideology, the running joke in there is that she is Lord Spatula's Supreme Goddess.

Until now, that is.

Before spending the Thanksgiving holiday out in Florida, I had occasion to partake of lunch with another Loyal Citizen, Imperial Blogger and Glorious Lady of the Rott - Beth of Yeah, Right, Whatever.

I get to Hooters - hey now, remember to whom you're speaking (grin) - get in the door and start looking around.  Whereupon this redhead with a couple boys in tow comes around the corner to greet me.

It was a damned good thing my jaw was in locked mode.  Else, it would've fallen to the floor.

Oh.  My.  GAWD™!!!!!!!!!!!!   what a babe!!!!!  Wore a turtleneck sweater (my weakness), jeans (very nicely filled out, too (grin)) and green eyes to absolutely die  for.

After a nanosecond to collect myself, we proceeded to a table in non-smoking and proceeded to enjoy a wonderful lunchtime together.  Beth's about the sweetest blogger I've ever met, and with a wonderfully conservative, pro-life ideology to boot.

Beth's hubby is One Lucky Guy™.  And you can quote me.

Sorry, Natasha - you've been supplanted.  (grin)