Chainsaws and beer - that’s what made America great…
Um Welby…
I do not think that word means what you think it means 
Tanookie, a woman after my own heart. To quote the Princess Bride* right back at me. It must be True Love. True love is the greatest thing in the world! (Except for a nice MLT - mutton. lettuce, tomato sandwich, where the mutton is nice and lean and the tomatoes are ripe - they’re so perky - I love that !!!)
Lucky for you I’m married.
We’ll have Rue take care of the neighboring weiner dogs. That’s what Rue’s good at, taking care of dogs. I don’t think “rubbing them out” falls under the heading of Groomer, but you know we can count on our pal Rue.
-Ellen. (with silky-smooth legs)
Speaking of Rue, has anyone heard from him? Not counting your lusty dreams, have you heard form him Fairy Chat Mom? I mean, if I’m gonna have to cover for him again I need to get to work sooner instead of later. It’s not like all this talent just seeps out of me like snot from a nose.
-welby (worried that he isn’t up to the task)
MENTAL NOTE: Keep a BIG box of Kleenex [sup]TM[/sup] by the pool.
Now we’re talkin’ party! 
Are the drunken pool marines here yet? If not, somebody’s going to have to send them in.
I just want to say that I’m very impressed at the extremely MMP-esque atmosphere in this thread, despite Rue’s absence. I think we’re holding up quite well in this time of trial - keeping a stiff upper lip and all that.
Prob’ly the gin is helping…
Nope, ain’t heard word one from the Object of My Secret Lust[sup]TM[/sup] - last e-mail he sent me was early last week. Wonder if they’ve got a phone in yet? Maybe Shibb should drive over and check on him.
Or Ex could do next week’s MMP. I’d volunteer, but I’m more of a follower than a leader.
Ow. Go away and leave these threads alone for a while, and you get a headache trying to read 'em.
It’s not summer here! I’m upset! There’s no way anyone in Toronto would want to go swimming or do other fun summer stuff as long as it keeps being frickin’ rainy and cold! I can’t wear my fun new halter dress and all my other fun summer things! Aargh!
My manager said that charging building-dwellers to be let it was legal, but scummy. 
It’s all fun and games until someone loses a limb! Or a bough. Maybe even a branch.
d&r
I’m going to hazard a WAG and say women started shaving their legs right about the time they started wearing sheer hose and short skirts. 'Cuz nothing says sexy like leg hair bunched up under your hosery.
Okay…that didn’t work out as planned. Preview is my friend, I know, but I am posting from work and trying to keep an eye out for anyone coming up behind me. I meant,
I humbly apologise and await my punishment.
I’ll see him at the British Isles fest in a couple of weeks. I don’t know that I have his new address or even a good phone number, though.
I figure you’d better get started composing the next one welby.
On the other hand, since FairyChatMom has volunteered my services, I suppose you and I could alternate weeks for as long as necessary. I just need to stock up on gin first. Thanks to Angel Pants for the 411 on the official beverage of the Episcopal church. I knew there was a reason I liked that stuff.
Does anybody know how long Rue’s going to be gone? It seems to me that he should pretty much be done with the whole moving thing by now.
You know, with an outdoor bar set, a porch swing, drywall, a swimming pool, a chainsaw, and gin, we have the makings for a pretty danged unique garden sculpture.
Or a one-time-only piece of performance art, whichever.
I dug back in my old e-mail. Last I got from Rue was on May 27. The actual move date was to be May 30. His wife was taking this week off so they could get all unpacked and everything. He didn’t mention how long he’d be off-line. Nor did he say whether they’d be painting before they unpacked or any of that. I’m gonna venture a guess that they’ve got their priorities all screwed up and they decided to get the house normalized before worrying about internet access.
Some people… :rolleyes:
And I didn’t exactly volunteer you, Ex - just tossed out an idea for discussion. It’s not like I’m Queen of the Thread or anything. Because if I was, there’d be scantily clad, well-oiled young studs groveling at my feet with offerings of fine chocolates. But since the only thing at my feet is a smelly dog and the only chocolate in the house is a nearly empty bag of stale chocolate chips, I think it’s safe to say my Queenage is in question.
I used to like gin and tonic, but the last one I had was nasty, so maybe I don’t like them any longer. But I’ll still slurp down a Kahlua and cream. So, swampbear, make sure your bar is properly stocked.
Isn’t gin flavored with juniper berries? I don’t know what they taste like but the last gin I tried was reminiscent of celery gone bad. Blech. I’ll stick to rum, thank you very much.
Now for some pointless trivia. The temperature for June 4, 2002 was in the low '90s. Yesterday the temp. made it into the mid-60s. My poor little tomato plants are shivering in their beds. Darned weather inconsistency.
And it looks like a rainy weekend again. I’m never going to get the back yard mowed apparently. It’s like a jungle out there. I practically need a machete to get to the stunted bean vines.
On the bright side, I’m going out to tea again on the 14th. To a different tea room this time. Not long from now. [sub]Let’s see if Ellen can guess this time! ;)[/sub]
I do so love going to tea. Not too formal but nice and relaxing with a good cup of steeped leaf, a jot of sugar, and a dram of milk. A few finger sandwiches (not too many fingers-too rich), a cookie or two, perhaps a scone, piping hot from the oven slathered in butter and jam.
Does it get any better than that, I ask you?
Plus tea is chock-full of antioxidant-type thingies. Very healthful.
**Drink more tea!**Yes, it does get better. The scones should be smothered with jam and clotted cream. That’s better.
I’ve already drunk two pots of tea all on my own today. Do I have to drink more? Okay, fine. Assam, chai… hm. I think I’ll have Darjeeling. G’bye!
Forgot about the clotted cream, dash-it-all!
Here, try the Nilgiri, it’s exquisite…
Why does this seem to be a manly men vs girly girls thread?
And although I’m familiar with the term “clotted cream” I’ve always been afraid to learn what that actually means. Is it cream that’s been left out long enough to form chunks? Blecch! That would be worse than fermented juniper berries!!
Hi! I’m here! (Sorta. Mostly I’m still moving boxes and unpacking, but I can get on-line now and again.)
I wanted to let you know welby, you did a faboo job on this thread. Nice OP. (Yeah, it really does matter having a nice OP, not that it lasts all that long.) If I can think of anything to write about, I’ll be back in the saddle Monday for the regularly scheduled Monday Morning Post.
Hot rockets! tanookie, on you currently oven-residing bun. If I patted preggers tums, I’d pat yours. Just for luck.
Also:
Rum, good!
Clotted cream, unnerving! (Probably good, but I’ve never had it. Just not too keen on the name.)
That’s all I got now… Oh! No it’s not! Soupo had his last day of Kindergarten yesterday and it was decided he’s not too stupid and can go to First Grade next Fall. (Will it be Fall if we never get around to Summer? Where’s the Global Warming? Where’s the Love?)
Shibb, it looks like a “Go!” on the BritFest next week. Did you know there was a DogFest going on this Sunday at V.O.A. Park in West Chester? Yeah, it’s true. (I’ll run the pen-pal idea by Soupo later today. Maybe I’ll get back to you on that.)
-Rue. (still searching for a good Chinese restaurant nearby)