<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Hungry Giantess on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/hungry-giantess/</link><description>Recent content in Hungry Giantess on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/hungry-giantess/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Ringing in the New Year</title><link>/stories/2007/03/06/ringing-in-the-new-year/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/06/ringing-in-the-new-year/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was two days before New Years Eve. I had talked to David about
going to a New years party at some friends. He said he wasn&amp;rsquo;t up to
it, and that he just wanted to stay home. He said that he wanted to
watch TV and relax. I was a little irritated, because, in the past
years, we&amp;rsquo;ve just stayed home and did nothing to ring in the new year.
I was restless; I wanted to party and have a good time. I tried
convincing him a couple more times, but to no avail.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Ringing in the New Year</title><link>/stories/2007/03/06/ringing-in-the-new-year/</link><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2007/03/06/ringing-in-the-new-year/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;It was two days before New Years Eve. I had talked to David about
going to a New years party at some friends. He said he wasn&amp;rsquo;t up to
it, and that he just wanted to stay home. He said that he wanted to
watch TV and relax. I was a little irritated, because, in the past
years, we&amp;rsquo;ve just stayed home and did nothing to ring in the new year.
I was restless; I wanted to party and have a good time. I tried
convincing him a couple more times, but to no avail.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tools</title><link>/stories/2005/10/19/tools/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/19/tools/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tools; a man&amp;rsquo;s best friend, a woman&amp;rsquo;s worst rival.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My husband, like any other man, loves tools. He has a ton in the garage,
but every time he goes to the hardware store, he finds another that he
just has to have. See the awe in his eyes when he spots a mitre saw, even
though he has a scroll saw at home. Oh, how I wish he would look at me
that way!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Tools</title><link>/stories/2005/10/19/tools/</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Oct 2005 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2005/10/19/tools/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Tools; a man&amp;rsquo;s best friend, a woman&amp;rsquo;s worst rival.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My husband, like any other man, loves tools. He has a ton in the garage,
but every time he goes to the hardware store, he finds another that he
just has to have. See the awe in his eyes when he spots a mitre saw, even
though he has a scroll saw at home. Oh, how I wish he would look at me
that way!&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>