Paid $25.00for membership so i could read premium stories. Wasn't interested I other membership benefits like the Company picnic or Christmas party. Just wanted to read something else other than Hogan's Heros on youtube during this loke down. My account shows I'm paid up card-carrying member. still can't read premium stories.
Sent private messages, emails and yelled at the computer. Just silence for the last 15 days. Can anyone give me an idea how to fix this?
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There are separate logons for the premium content.
Check your emails regarding your premium membership to see if your premium logon credentials are there. Otherwise, reach out to either Erin or Piper to take a look at things. Both are a bit crazy busy at the moment, but I'm sure that any delay in getting to you is due to the pressure of Things, not procrastination.
Best of luck, and read my premium story when you get in!
Melanie E.
Should work now
It should work now, thoughyou may have to clear your browser cache.
Hugs,
Erin
= Give everyone the benefit of the doubt because certainty is a fragile thing that can be shattered by one overlooked fact.
You're Missing Out
The Christmas Party is GREAT!
Here's a video of BarbieLee performing during the last party.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q7H_L5cYkg8
The picnic wasn't all that great. Ants got in the Kool-Aid.
Jill
Angela Rasch (Jill M I)
Sigh, not again
Everyone keeps mentioning the Christmas Party. I don't remember it. I do remember waking up the next morning in a bed, still dressed in your lavender dress I had borrowed for the party. I recognized Nuuan's voice as she was singing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ubwr6_KNons in the shower. Erin was still out and sprawled out on the chair, under a blanket,her dress was on the floor. Wondering who I was in bed with, I lifted the cover beside me and Bru was..., That girl has a figure I'd kill for. I let her be as she was softly snoring. She even snores pretty. I hate that girl. You my pretty, was nowhere to be seen. I guess you and Daphne found other sleeping arraignments since all the furniture was full with zoned out bodies.
Wish I could remember the party everyone starts laughing about as soon as it's mentioned.
Hugs Jill
Barb
Life is meant to be lived, not worn until it's worn out.
Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl
Lucky you.
I woke up around noon the day after, locked on the roof of the hotel with a bottle of Black and a half-frozen turkey sub. It snowed that night you know. I nearly lost a toe because of that.
By the time I made it down to the lobby y'all were all nowhere to be found. You'd *said* you'd give me a ride to the airport, and I barely had enough cash to pay for the taxi there since I couldn't find my phone to see where you were.
Next party you owe me 30 bucks, and a new pair of hose. Maybe two, for extra warmth if I wind up on the roof again.
Melanie E.
Great Story Melanie
I ain't buying it. Piper let it slip you left with tall dark and handsome gate crasher. Strongly suggest you get back in touch with what's his name and see if your phone is still in his Lamborghini. Did you not realize Dennis who works at your home airport and I are pen pals? Your name had come up a time or two as one of the writers on BCTS. He told me you and some big guy were hugging and sharing a long lip lock after you left a private jet.
If you don't want to share Mr. What's His Name who drives fast cars and faster airplanes I'll accept that. To start making up fictitious stories about me abandoning you is putting a wet blanket on our friendship. I'm giving some serious thought to never borrowing any more of your dresses. Now, what's his name and when you going to introduce us?
Hugs Melanie
Barb
Life is meant to be lived, not worn until worn out.
Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl