So, billytea, will the Queen be dropping by to award the honor, or will her local representatives be doing the job?
Hee. It shall be her local reps, though my parents had met the Queen before.
For billytea, in honor of his father's, um, honor.
Aww. Daddytea couldn't be here today, so I am honoured to accept these marmosets on his behalf.
With marmoset, you get earworm.
So, if I've met billytea, and his dad has met the Queen, how many degrees does that make me from the Queen?? DUDE!!!!
Susan's cancer story sucks. Wow. A LOT.
I used to sometimes enjoy certain episodes/situations of Sex/city, but didn't much like the characters, if that makes any sense. The outfits were ridiculous, and the plots and love lives over the top, but sometimes there were indeed things that rang true. But I felt like that was the writing and the show, not the characters? I don't feel any need to see the movie.
depends on whether BT has met his dad.
So, if I've met billytea, and his dad has met the Queen, how many degrees does that make me from the Queen?? DUDE!!!!
Rock! Though I'm only two degrees from Kevin Bacon, what with Hubby having been an extra in Footloose. It's amazing how many people are impressed by that.
The outfits were ridiculous, and the plots and love lives over the top
Two of the things I liked about the show. I liked that the show never felt obliged to punish the gals for the sex and the drinking and sometimes asinine behavior. I never much cared for Carrie, but I liked Charlotte and Miranda.
They were my favorites too, Burrell.
I liked that the show never felt obliged to punish the gals for the sex and the drinking and sometimes asinine behavior.
exactly. They were just doing their thing.
With marmoset, you get earworm.
Todd, I'd like to option this for a future tagline. Shall I have my people call your people, or can we do this with a handshake?
Am home from the bowling alley. CJ's teacher had TWO parents bail at the last minute. I was the only parent to show up (with 1 hours notice).
Man, 5th grade is the big hormonal divide. Some girls were so developed, others nada. Some boys seemed to notice, others were clueless. It was very interesting to just sit back and watch them interact. For having 90 10-11 year old kids in a bowling alley for 3 hours, they did pretty darned good. There were only a hand full that I would have cheerily drop kicked into the street.