Posted on 04/20/2007 11:50:28 AM PDT by CharlesWayneCT
Keeping up with him while singing Bonnie Portmore is hard.
I have a feeling I will wind up there, then.
I can’t have a conversation with a sexist without being perfectly candid about what I mean.
If you were to read what I posted, you’d see my entire post to him was hypothetical—not personal. And I didn’t have the background on this thread.
Sorry to offend you or anyone—it was not intended!
“If you two cant play nice, well have to send you to the Lower Levels for some time out with the denizens there.”
WHY is Darksheare singing to the drunk rabbit? Or is it the other way around. Never mind, don’t tell me.
Back from Frank’s doctor appointment: three shots, poor little bubba. He weighs 13 lbs. 11 oz. and is 23-1/2” long. This means he’s gained almost 4 lbs since he was weighed at 4 weeks, and THIS explains why I feel like the Undead (as it were) all the time!
I could get my postal scale today. That would be fun!
I read all of your posts, and I understand what you’ve been saying. But we do try to have fun here. It’s one of the few places on FR where folks can come to relax. And let off steam, if needed.
We all try to listen to each other and if we can’t help, we try to comiserate, at least.
The Lower Levels are rather interesting, but you’d probably need a guide there, as the walls and doors have a tendency to shift. Or ripple.
Still, you’re most welcome to stay, if you wish. We promise not to call you names or throw rocks at you. Mostly because the rocks might penetrate the outer skin and I have no idea what that would do; maybe it would be like blowing up a balloon and releasing it before it was tied.
;o]
Yes, it does leave a funny taste!!
Good morning!
The 5# scale? I think Frank’s a little large for that....
;o] I know you’re feeding him whipped cream!
I sing terribly, and rabbits are tone deaf anyway.
];-)
At least I’ll be able to find out if my letters need extra postage. And I wasn’t going to mail Frank, anyhow.
Are you sure? Go down to the lower levels with your bunneh and see what happens when you sing...
I’m surprised a lot by the scale...some things I think need a couple extra cents still go for regular rate.
Frank can’t be mailed. He is often the possessor of toxic or harmful substances.
Or at least he’d make a mess in the sorting bin.
There. That looks right.
The critters go batty when I sing.
And then the zombies try to eat their own heads.
What’s wrong with that? The spider bots will clean up after them.
Oh, I don’t think baby-plotz are toxic - it’s just what’s left after milk is digested.
Well.. headless shuffling gurgling zombies.
(Yawn) Morning, all. Sure wish I had this powerpoint done, but it seems I’m only halfway. And more interruptions coming up this afternoon — following the company “Town Hall” meeting this morning.
*HUG* How is your nose?
Nose is okay. I’m being very careful — yesterday had me worried when it started itching, but things went no further. *Think* I’ll be okay now...
Hang in there. It will heal.
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