My, my, my-what is going on in here? Is there a three way session going on in the janitor's closet? I was going to finish my invoices, but I think I'll pop some popcorn and hang out here.
My sister-in-law and I cut the junque shopping short because it is raining, came home and now she's packing up the carnival glass she bought for the trip home tomorrow, and I just finished cooking the shrimp, pasta and snow peas and preparing and icing down the greens and cucumbers for tonight's shrimp salad.
I'm not sure what the heck I walked into. I'm just taking notes and learning
My mother has a huge carnival glass collection.
Sounds WONDERFUL, Texan. I'm now sitting at the diningroom table with my fork and knife, pointed up toward the ceiling, clenched in my hungry little lunch hooks. My tummy's glad that your junque shopping got rained out. Yummy. :-)
And Bobby's alone in the janitor's closet, singing Muskat Love to himslf, trying to get the coos down just right. He ran in there when I said that he may now smell my cheek. I knew he would run. And Dupa put a "Kick Me" sticker on Bobby's back, but Bobby doesn't know--hasn't heard is rustle around yet.