Posted on 08/21/2008 10:54:36 AM PDT by submarinerswife
Can someone help?
I think I just need a paddle. Spare the rod, spoil the tagline.
Yah. Right. Post it. I dare ya!
(I’m not being paid for this, right?)
Right. I’ll raise you 2 minutes.
I'll be Frank (Sheed?). I don't have it.
Ooohhh!
Did you say “paddle?” Now you’re talking!
(Say....you don’t have a jealous wife or a ballistic girlfriend, do ya? I mean, life is short, so don’t make me get ugly!)
I have it, but don’t know how to post it. So there.
You got clams? Clams got legs....
What I like about your tagline is that when it speaks, your lips don’t move.
I'd help but not tonight. I am tired...
Keeping clam, and crashing. Good night...
You’re too sweet, sion!
HUGS to the sionnsareens, and give one to yourself!
It’s behaving now. Thank goodness. But my tagline was right — past my bed time. Hope you guys can keep breathing, wherever you are.
Well....
It’s past MY bedtime, also, and us guys are breathing just fine.
Though some of us guys have larger lungs than others, we all share the Castle!
Welcome again, and next time, stay a little longer!
And with that, I’m off to the side and down.
Ah, the Flying Castle is so peaceful when things settle down.
It’s like strolling through Paris. You’ve got the Rive Gauche, and the Rive Droite, but you’ve also got the Rive Aderci.
Hah, hah. I kill me.
Okay, a translation: In Paris, La Rive Gauche is the left bank. Artist’s colonies and such. Rive Droite is the right bank. (And Arrivederci means goodbye.)
Here everything differs in time by eight hours. Mid-morning one place is mid-afternoon another. And in the third habitat, it is a quiet and peaceful night.
Whatever is soothing to your mood, you can find it. What you may seek as a snack or tasty delight is available somewhere.
No internal combustion engines here, we have to walk, except for the spherical elevator cars. There are eyelid portals everywhere, to whisk you off to a new excitement.
And yes, there is “atmosphere”. Not just the reconstituted oxygen in our air, but exotic smells of cooking from various cultures all over the Earth, transplanted here for our microcosmic adventuring.
Clothing from half-a-dozen continents, spices, arts, crafts, books and periodicals. Live entertainment, movies, plays, and public activities that no one can decide is serious work or light-hearted entertainment.
Quiet places, too. Labs and studios, scientific production and investigation facilities, astronomical equipment. Serious work, that draws in the serious minds of our young people, who have shouldered the burdens of adult responsibility. (Perhaps the reduced gravity makes that easier?)
It is they who stand ready to repair a meteoric impact, they who maintain the equipment, and service the elevators, and they who venture out into the unforgiving darkness outside.
Everyone contributes. Every one.
Well she feels better tonight, so I guess there is no flu (I hope to GOD)
Baby is a mover and a shaker.
Ultrasound said it wasn’t BIG though and that is good.
If that is true, that is a great point.
I never thought of sitting my wife on a fire ant nest, but my sister did once take a jellyfish out of the ocean and place it on my stomach.
That was like having a can opener on your stomach.
No No , you need to sit on a fire ant nest. All she needs is the excitement of you being biting. I think it has something to do with transference. I might only work for brothers to get a sister.
Well SHE already bites me now and then, so all the ants biting me will do is get her jealous and mad at me.
You might cause more problems with that solution.
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