Did you tell him his tante posed for the package? It was a day when the winds were blowing Gitane toward Barcelona. We scrambled to pack our fans and fandango shoes, and of course every gato in the studio leapt into my satchel...
Posted on 08/18/2007 3:11:30 PM PDT by JerseyHighlander
LOL. Proving once again that any time before noon is TOO early in the morning for me, I meant to write: All nine (9) of us are, etc., etc.
Your big heart and open door policy for down on their luck pets could confuse anyone’s count...
You’re much too kind. You know just as well as I do that your close personal friend Jack’s the one to blame for our influx of four-legged friends. He’s the one who texted his homeless buds that he’d found a coupla soft touches in Kingwood.
Soooo, are we all still on for a rendezvous in Muleshoe if H. Dean comes our way?
Unless we are going to take a direct hit, I think we will be staying here. I ran like a little girl when Rita glanced our way.
Seven, nine, I’m too young to count that high. Eugene? The next hurricane? You’re outfitting him for the race?
You weren’t alone. Two and a half million of us ran like little girls as Rita approached. Seemed like the only smart thing to do following Katrina.
Like you, we hope evacuation won’t be necessary this time. We’ll need a blasted circus wagon to pull it off now. At least we’ll be easy to spot on 45 > lol.
Trouble with your numbers again, eh? Better go back to counting on your fingers. It’s a little weird but it’s not as bad as driving 100 mph in a 30 mph zone.
Eugene’s one of JudyJudyJudy’s pals. He’s cream colored with tangerine highlights. We suspect he uses Grecian Formula but we can’t prove it. Anyhow, Eugene occasionally tags along with her at feeding time. He tends to favor the 11:00 PM seating. He’s very continental, you see.
Thanks, thats a bookmark!
Funny Observation! Actually the deep south will accept the dominant High Pressure over a hurricane any day. We need the rain, but not the destruction.
Bump for later.
Did you tell him his tante posed for the package? It was a day when the winds were blowing Gitane toward Barcelona. We scrambled to pack our fans and fandango shoes, and of course every gato in the studio leapt into my satchel...
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