Evening possums.
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Thwacks Vinny proactively with a vintage issue of Damernas V�rld and no there are no centerfolds, it's for ladies./
Persistent Swedish naked girls in the kitchen indeed, yeah that sounds plausible - in your dreams. Must be the leftovers from your son's birthday party (which by the way I was looking forward to read about, but that was when we were zapped - hope it went well.) I'll take your word for the Tivalls though and buy'em if we hav'em here.
I caught a glimpse of that bikamper seconds before I was automatically logged off the other night,
Robinina, and I couldn't stop laughing. One fine evening while you're watching David Attenborough or some such fellow on television you'll see him, Attenborough, bending down and whispering beside this strange caterpillar thing, unknown to zoology until now. (And then you'll know your son is safe - inside.)
Who's 'Picky',
Shaney? Son, husband - as in 'picky eater'? Another question:
Why does my knitting look like these? I do like my coffee black...
So sorry about your Dad,
Jude, it's agony to see those we love go through such a hard time, and not being able to visit him makes it even tougher. Hope you have the energy to visit this thread and that you will do so even when you're feeling downhearted.
Did I dream this or did it really happen...