No, no, no Ex. What I meantwas that myresponse to youwas lame. I couldn’t think of anything, so essentially you just got a mention with nothing good to go along with it. Whatever that was that you put in was fine. Just fine. Don’t ever think for even a minute that we, and I mean all of us- not just me, don’t appreciate you showing up. We, and again that’s everyone not just a Royal “We” from me, wouldn’t know what to do if we missed you. For even one week.
You really make these threads. It’s all about you Ex.
Hi Leifsmama, Vanilla Toast, and Miss Magic8ball. We’ll chat later.
Yep, the 'dillo does carry the leperosy. Also, they nearly always give birth to identical quadruplets. Cite. I can’t believe I just cited in a Rue thread. That can’t be allowed. I’m just gonna go out back and let the Shetland ponies work me over a little as penance. Okay?
What can be so cool about things that spit at you unmercilessly? Okay, so I guess my boys would find that very cool but llamas are just gross. That’s it. Gross. Gross. Gross.
And Swampbear, I think alligators are cool. Not that I want to cuddle one or anything but they are cool from a distance. But not in my neighborhood. I’m glad you live several states away. I mean that in a good way.
I’m sorry I’m late. And new. Pardon me while I share my thoughts. It’ll be over soon. In fact, don’t even read this post. I don’t know why I bother sometimes… That being said:
Butter: I like butter. Once, when I was younger, my mother was cutting up some butter for a cake. I thought is was cheese (what? It looked like cheese) and ate a big chunk. It was pretty gross, but not as bad as you think.
Ponies: Ponies scare me.
Turtles: My gf’s roommate had turtles back in the day. They smelled funny.
Astronomy: [insert Uranus joke here]
Moles: I have a mole on my arm, but I don’t think it’s burrowing
Quilts: I like quilts. My gf made one. It’s nice.
Pillow Shams: In my manliness, I can not admit to knowing what a pillow sham is.
Compost: A friend of mine once mailed grass clippings to another friend who lived in a city to balance the ph (or something) of her compost. Weird, huh?
Really short actors: What everybody else said.
Wine in boxes: Well, if it wasn’t in a box, it wouldn’t be wineing, now would it.
Yeah, but you never asked for my address. Rue knows my address. And I know his. Because we’re special friends. And we send each other stuff sometimes. And I send stuff to his kids sometimes. I’m kinda like the crazy aunt that no one talks about and I expect Rue and the Little Woman take every package that comes from me to the hospital to be x-rayed because even tho he loves me more than he dare express, he still thinks I might be a crazy lady… Or not. I could be blowing it all out of proportion. Living with a teenager does that to a person.
Just e-mail me a shipping address. I don’t care where, just so you get it. Work, home, hubby’s address in MD (if you can trust him not to eat it), whatever.
I will have Krause’s ship you two full pounds of their unparalled chocolates. What do you like? Truffles? Geman fudge? Coated toffee? Vanilla cremes? It’s all up to you.
Mmmm. I just finished my chocolate bunny. (Yes, I’ve been working on him since Sunday.) But underneath the sugar buzz, I’m a little sad. I don’t get another chocolate bunny for a whole year now. And I need more sugar now. Sigh.
I’ve never seen an armadillo. I feel like I’m missing out on an important life experience.
Magickly…
You dont need to see an armadillo. Trust me, Almondillos are better.
I saw an armadillo once in southern Mississippi. It didnt change my life. I didnt get close enough to find out anything about them except…“hey thats an armadillo” and my friend said “Yah, so?”
Im thinking that was the best part of the trip. Oh except discovering boiled peanuts. Yummy.
Boiled peanuts?!? Well, that’s just great. You went and ruined a perfectly good thread talking about that nasty so-called food item. And you’ve ruined my breakfast.
My apologies, Rue. I’m sorry I’m late in replying, but I’ve only just had a chance to catch up with the boards.
Easter in NZ is like Christmas here – it’s at th’ wrong time o’ the year, but we’d rather not wait. Angst? That ain’t in the vocab, mate. Most of my friends here have chowed down on the chocolatey goodness, and probably, in some out of the way backblocks bach, possibly down near Manapouri, there have been experiments with chocolate kiwifruit (hopefully, they peel 'em first).
Aside from that, the weather was 50% glorious, and was just another long weekend in paradise. Cheers!
Boy I picked a rotten time to go on a diet. Or they put Easter at a very inopportune time of the year. I know, I know Christ arose and all that but why do chocolate easter bunnies have to show up at the time when you need to watch your figure if you gonna even think about getting into a bathng suit this summer? It’s a conspiracy I tell you. And notice I said “bathing suit” and not “bikini”. I’m pretty much resigned to my bikini days being over.
I made a diet shake in the blender yesterday. I was palatable only after I added that chocolate bunny. It was small and hollow! Think of all the calories I’m “saving”. Sort of like saving money by spending it at a sale. Man, I’m never gonna lose weight if the Easter chocolate doesn’t quit calling my name.
On another note, I think the south should come up with their own chocolate endeavors like . . . I dunno . . . maybe . . . chocolate armadillos. You could bite it’s ear off and pretend it lost it due to leprosy. Excuse me while I go surf the net for a site where I can get a patent. This is my million dollar idea, I just know it. The Chocodilla!
I might have to tweak the name, it sounds a lot like a relative of the Chupacabra.
Heh - lightnightool’s Longest Post Ever was funny. I would have said that sooner - like, right after he posted it - but I wasn’t here.
Of note: I’m a girl, and I don’t know what a pillow sham is.
As for armadillos, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen them in zoos and stuff, but I’ve never seen a wild one. I KNOW I’ve seen them in pictures, which is admittedly not the same. And I still like them, even if they do carry leprosy, dig grubs, and get squished by cars.
Here’s a question: If an armadillo and an echidna had a baby (pretend it’s possible, okay?), wouldn’t that be neat? I think it would. A spiny, armored, egg-laying destroyer of lawns.
If anyone would like to donate to the Armadillo/Echidna Crossbreeding Project Charitable Fund, you can send your contributions directly to me. Cash please. Unmarked bills.
Umm, I’m starting a fund to find Kn*ckers a different, less evil hobby. [sub]cross-breeding indeed…[/sub] I was thinking maybe knitting, but I don’t know if she should be allowed to have pointy things. Maybe finger painting? And when she’s done painting her fingers, she can start on her toes!
