I'm glad to hear the surgery went well, Connie.
Happy travels, Lilty!
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I'm glad to hear the surgery went well, Connie.
Happy travels, Lilty!
Damn it, Teppy, you made me cry.
You could quote us, Fay.
Fay is a luscious fantastic lady with an incisive, bawdy, and whiplash-smart sense of humor and a heart as big as a ridiculously big thing that makes space look a bit cramped.
Next?
Damn it, Teppy, you made me cry.
Are you kidding me? *I* have to read it AT MY BROTHER'S WEDDING! I'm going to be a weeping, runny-nosed mess!
Teppy, that's awfully beautiful. I'd be a blubbering idiot before I got halfway through it.
that poem is lovely.
I want to get married again so I can use that poem.
Memo to lurking DH: Of course I mean get married again to you, so you can hold off on all the cracks about my secret boyfriends or me meeting hottie reenactor guys, but you know the sure way around the latter would be to come with me once I start reenacting stuff.
Skipping to the end, because I must share the earworm, that came to me completely out of the blue this morning as I arrived at work. No provocation. None. I hearby present the ancient Orowheat jingle:
Good morning! Good muffin! Life's sweet with Orowheat. Good morning, good muffin, to you!
runs away and hides.
What? No, I am not the devil.
Bye.
It does not earworm me, because I do not know it. You have failed.
I don't know it either, unless it's to the tune of "Good Morning" from Singin' in the Rain (is it Singin' or Singing?), which it certainly fits.