swampus --at least they are glasses designed for some sort of wine!
Baby steps, my friend, baby steps.
AMEN Ellen !
Supposed to snow here tonoc–4 to 8 inches. YAY–winter is back. taxi --that stinks. but look at it this way–perhaps it is a way for you to leave the old and familiar without regrets.
And I hate heat (which is why I keep performing the Ritual for Winter–I am running out of candles fer Chrissakes!).
I would see Vegas if I was on the way to somewhere else. Or if I got an all expenses paid trip. But I will concede that there might be more there than tacky people, hotels, conspicious consumption and wasting of our natural resources.
<snap!>
Sorry–crabby Rigby here–not meant personally at all…
Wait, wait wait- someone stole OUR winter, too. It’s supposed to be 10 frigging celcius today! In January! That’s light jacket weather! It’s supposed to be -15 and snowing, and instead it’s April!
I want winter. Every winter I must build a damn big snow fort with helpful friends. This is an immutable Law of the Universe. And then after I must drink hot chocolate with Bailey’s or creme de cacao.
The cinnamon buns were delish, and my co-workers have told me that if I feel a need to bake, it’s fine if I bring truckloads in.
Well, I’m pleased to say there’s no way in hell I could be **Spat’s ** mother. Maybe an older sister, I suppose.
I’ve got a few more years before I can go around saying that to people, anyway.
I’m glad to hear all the people who say it keeps getting better, but I see an inherent problem in this…men’s sex drive goes down. Am I going to be one of those women chasing younger guys? :eek:
taxi, I’m sorry you were sick. And as for moving, whether you move now or in the summer, just remember that it’s only a bit longer. So…just hang in there.
And - this is the MMP, right? We could all be in the same room, each of us dancing to our own beat, and it would all be cool. I’m joining in, too! :dances:
<peers over bifocals and frowns>
Now, you lookee here, young Spats --I could wear you out and leave you begging for more…just as soon as I take off these support hose.
So, you mind your manners.
Blue hair, my Aunt Fanny! You don’t watch it, I’ll chase you down and beat you with my orthotics! Kids! hmmph. Mika --might as well start with Spats ! Problem with the young 'uns is lackof attention to er, detail, so to speak.* Much better to go for Quality than Quantity.
Now I’m in the mood for cinnamon buns–maybe tomorrow for breakfast.
The dancing reference was to life in general–THIS is the ultimate dance floor, right here.
(now I picture us all like those iPod commercials, all silhouetted and jumping around…)
Once upon a time, I had an 18-year-old boyfriend who repeatedly claimed exhaustion. :rolleyes: If he had done it right the first time, maybe I wouldn’t have been so demanding.
d) None of the above. He was shot in 1963.
Oh dear Og, that better be right.
As for the rigs-**spats ** scandal, does ***Spats * ** want to 'fess up? Spats! Yoohoo!
:: refrains from making joke about blue hair ::
