Thanks, gang. Much obliged. 
And I’ll trade some of my comfort soup for your chix tortilla, strutter.
can you laugh at my jokes like they are the funniest thing you have ever heard?
I sure could use a big warm comforting hug, followed by being tucked into a nice bed with a thick comforter and a cat or two.
I just got done with a really painful Kung Fu class…
Could I have a massage too?
Oh and BTW…
{{{{struuter}}}}
thought you could use one back
How do I love thee?
Let me count the holes....TruePisces, I’m a Pisces too! How ‘bout that? So that means you get special treatment because you’re so sensitive and intuitive and imaginative and mainly because we always and without fail have such lousy, stinkin’ horoscopes. Everything will be fine with your sister’s wedding–because you’ll be so aware of what’s going on with everyone and trying to make sure they’re okay.
BNBaboon, I will laugh until I embarrass myself. And everyone in the tri-state area. I will hold all humor to your beacon of funniness and find them all lacking–because you are not involved in some small way. I will think only you are the cleverest person in the world.
Mauvaise, you just snuggle up and relax. I’ve got your favorite blanket, your pillow fluffed just the way you like it, and the remote right next to the bed. How 'bout some hot chocolate?
dentarthurdent, you can have whatever you want. Kung Fu? Good for you. No rhyme intended. You deserve a good body rub. And thanks for the hug–I’ll always take a hug.
Spartacus, you like golf? That’d be 18 holes, huh? Wha? Oh…not golf…aha. Hmmmm. shrugs Whatever butters your bread, man. Count away.
Too late!
Well, actually, not. I did not manage to completely disable myself in the process of getting almost a third of the project done today.
Is the “deep-toning” in reference to the muscle conditioning involved or (more likely), the wounded-wolf sort of noises I would be likely to make were I to be so fortunate as to receive the real thing?
Really Strange Sidebar: In the process of moving the completely assembled metal shelving units, whenever I skitter them across the concrete floor they let out perfect mimicries of (old style Japanese) “Godzilla” shrieks. It’s so weeeeiiiird!
Zenster, you can moan however you like–even like Godzilla, for that matter–because all that hard work deserves a good, long rub. So just relax…I’m going to take my time with you.
<Pokes head in>
Uhhhhhhhhhh…hi. Is this where I go to get hugs from struuter? It is? Alright, great!
What? Line forms over there? Oh, I see, over…theere.
<Shields eyes and looks out into the distance>
Methinks I’ll need a magazine. I’m gonna be here awhile.
Me too!
Sighs contentedly. Perfect, struuter, thank you. And I’d love some hot chocolate (especially if it’s the Godiva brand).
That sounds like the best horoscope I’ve had in a long time.
You wanna know why I think we get the worst horoscopes? Because we’re all the way at the end, and whoever thinks them up runs out of juice by the time they get to us! 
Here’s hoping everyone has a truly wonderful day!
{{{SDMBers}}}
Mauvaise, Godiva chocolate? You got it. I was thinking Ghirardelli, but if Mauvaise wants Godiva, Mauvaise gets Godiva. I’ll even steam the milk myself.
TruePisces, I think you’re right about the horoscope. Anytime I’ve mentioned getting the short end of the astrological stick, people always tell me I’m being too sensitive. You can’t win.
Thanks for the hug–have a wonderful day yourself.
Jester. Put down the magazine. Come here. No, come here right now. I’ve been looking forward to this.
{{{Jester}}}
No, wait. I’m not done.
{{{SMOOCH}}}
There. Anything else you need?
May I just resurrect this thread to put in a belated “Guh?”
I don’t need one thing extra, struuter. All my friends is here, and that’s good enough for me.
my crappy week continues. struuter, will you scratch my back please?
Gramma…I’ll scratch your back…if you’ll scratch mine. And I’ll fix us some good, strong coffee. I need a cup right now. Comfort coffee.
And, of course, if I could reach out and hug everyone I would. I think we all need a hug right about now.
Here’s your coffee, dear. Did you want sugar or honey in that?
<skrich, skritch> ooooo, a little to the left. <purrrrrs>
I’ll break out the fancy syrups. We’re worth it. Hazelnut, Irish Creme, Vanilla, Tiramisu…what’s sounds good?