Lynn B. . . why???

Heh. Y’all want to suck up to Lynn with chocolate? Pikers. Everybody does it, she’s got truckoads coming in all the time, do you think she can keep track of who sent what? Even Her Bodoniness would have trouble keeping score.

Nope, the way to win her heart, not to mention her weather-shifting abilities, and to avoid the Righteous Death-Angel Codswalloping[sup]TM[/sup] for which Lynn is justly famous, is to…

But that would be telling, wouldn’t it? :wink:

I’ll merely observe that yesterday, which was supposed to be deluged with rain here, was dry and pleasant; today, which was supposed to be bitter cold, has been only moderately chilly, and smile the smug little smirk of one who has found the key to the good will of She Who Brooks No Crap.

:smiley: :stuck_out_tongue: :cool:

P.S. Lynn, I’ll be looking through the most recent pix of the Veggie Boys and their pals for stuff to send you tonight. :wink:

SNARF

Biggirl, I was going to congratulate you on a good OP, but Exgineer takes the cake. Or the six-pack, as may be the case.

Lynn, since kitties already came up once in this thread, I thought I’d use this opportunity to let you know that_darn_cat and I regularly “beep” Bishop on the pink nose because you once suggested it was in his best interest. So, though we fail to send regular shipments of chocolate, we do obey your every command. :cool:

Winston Smith lives! You guys keep spelling Lynn’s name wrong; its Bodini. Get it right folks! :stuck_out_tongue:

Snerk. Go look at the stickies on the Pit front page.

:: giggles hysterically at thought of Good Egg self-frying ::

On a related note, I am evidently responsible for the fact that the rain comes down both in the front yard and in the back yard.

Does anyone have a good way to explain the concept of “roof” to a dog? CurrentDog is of the opinion that since it’s raining in the back yard, but it magically stops as soon as he gets in the house, that the rain must be restricted to the back yard and therefore it’s OK to go for a walk since we leave for walk out the front door.
Even if I do, in fact, take him for a walk out the front, as soon as we get outside and he discovers it’s raining out that way, too, he gets all pissed off and marches back into the house, looking VERY betrayed and sulking at me.