No bump now, but I suspect I’ll have one after Thanksgiving.
Gin a bumper meet a bumper
Bumpin’ thro’ the rye
Gin a bumper kiss a bumper
Need a bumper cry?
Now this is number one, the fun has just begun
Bump me over, lay me down, and do it again
Bump me over in the clover
Bump me over, lay me down, and do it again
More bumpin’ snow today, and a helluva lot of it too. :mad:
Bumpin’ wind today. Everything’s bumping around horizontally.
Had a bump of snow this am. Mostly gone by the time I got to work at 730. Thats plenty for me down here in the valley. I like lots and lots of snow in the higher elevations, makes the skiers happy which seems to lighten the mood generally around here during the winter and makes the farmers happy which also lightens the mood during the rest of the year
Oh, I was looking for bumps in all the wrong places.
No snow bumping here. Cooled off though.
Happy bumpin’ Thanksgiving eve, y’all!
What are you bumpin’ thankful for?
Happy Thanksgiving, bumpers!
Dearly beloved,
We are all gathered here today
To bump through this thing called life…
A Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Highfiving alla yalls
(And bring in the dog and put out the cat) 
Why does the bumpin’ cat always get put out?
I dunno, cuz that’s how the song was written I guess
(Don’t go thump. BUMPITY BUMP)
Bump. (:))
Bumped to say Happy Thanksgiving to our American friends!
I did a few things today, but mostly I was a bump on a log.
The bumpin’ snow has pretty much stopped falling. We’ve had, according to the TV news, nearly two feet of the stuff in the last two days. The wind has drifted it, so I have a three-foot drift on the back deck. Now, all we can do is dig ourselves out. Bumpin’ snow!
Right after too much incredibly delicious turkey, stuffing and Silver Palate mashed potatoes, I couldn’t have bumped to save my soul. But I’m better now.
Bumpin’ snow indeed. Wow!
Bumpin’ snow! Hey Spoons, how 'bout you and me bump off to Hawaii till spring?
Bumped to say that that sounds pretty good about now, Panache.
We watched the dog show, which has become a tradition at the family manor, some english bulldog bumped best in show this year, sat down and ate, Big Sis and Niece have permanently taken upon themselves the mantle of Cooks Of Thanksgiving Dinner as this is the 3rd year in a row for them, and they are pretty good at it. As tradition in my family dictates, as the preparers of the feast, they get to choose after dining entertainment so this year we watched several episodes of… The Waltons. Big Sis wanted the younguns to see it for some reason. I had a strange moment in the middle of it. I had gone out to my car and when I came back in on the TV the Waltons were gathered round the radio listening in much the same fashion that my family was gathered round the tv watching. It was both funny and some how utterly fitting