At least until we gat a Handel on the situation.
I’ll be Offenbach.
Bovine waterskiing has become a big thing off Pattaya Beach. I can’t wait for the next Tchaikovsky Festival!
Hard to get a hotel room for that – it’s their Bizet season.
Worth it if you can get one though–in addition to the Festival, there is some excellent Chopin there.
That sounds absolutely D’Indy.
It’s on my bucket Liszt.
I could use a break at the Festival right about now. Feeling a little Strauss-ed out.
I’ll Levi that one alone.
Feeling a little blue, Jeanne?
For 501 reasons.
Cheer up, Beck! I’m sure that we can supply some humorous comments that will leave you panting for more.
Not me. I’m a slacker.
That seams rather off-the-cuff.
Your reasoning is full of holes.
Darn it!
Can’t remember any sewing jokes. I’m running out of materials.
Our pattern of coming back to the same thread repeatedly, speaks of our true natures.
(This post is sew-sew!)
My tailor patched up all the holes in my pants. Now I can’t get my feet in.
That seams wrong somehow.