I have the cherries (and ladder) but no baking skills!
Um, Miracleman?
Yes, Cash? You need the "Download Skillz Into Brain" Machine, a.k.a. the Neo-Deus-Ex-Machine?
"I know kung fu."
"Well, I can bake."
'Safe'
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I have the cherries (and ladder) but no baking skills!
Um, Miracleman?
Yes, Cash? You need the "Download Skillz Into Brain" Machine, a.k.a. the Neo-Deus-Ex-Machine?
"I know kung fu."
"Well, I can bake."
Um, Jilli? You haven't let Clovis nip off to Germany recently, have you?
Can I have some ~ma for my friend T? She took a test that would allow her to become a teacher the other day, and she is supposed to be getting the results in the next couple of days. She missed by two points last time, and I know she is going to be just devastated if she didn't pass it this time.
T is for Teacher-ma, sj!
Hi, Barb. I used to live in Hollywood, FL.
I had cream of wheat for breakfast, but what I really want is pastry.
Offering very sleepy ~ma to your friend, sj. And am sitting here, attaching coffee IV because Jasmine, the Very Silly Lab Puppy kept me up half the night hurling.
Why? Who knows. She's a Lab, she eats everything. She could be protesting the recent arrival of Pisces in the way that only a puppy can, although goodness knows, they play well enough together.
::hugs and gropes on everyone who popped in after I toddled off to bed::
Indeed, Kristin, that dinner was more fun than any six people should be allowed to have in public. Oh, and Jilli, I showed Lewis the picture of Pete in front of the Beholder and told him that we all agreed that it should be a stuffed toy (the Beholder, not Pete). He looked at me as if I'd lost my mind. :-)
Hi, Barb!
bt, that's quite a list. Or set of lists.
And teacherma for T.
For creatures that will cheerfully devour the most disgusting, vile substances, they do seem to have remarkably delicate conststutions.
Hey d-- I grew up in North Miami, so basically a stone's throw. I'll be heading down there tomorrow, as a matter of fact and may be hitting some of the bars by Friday night, in desperate need of "medicinal help."
For those of you who know, my mother finally 'fessed up that she's seeing my dad again. For those of you who don't know that saga, they've been divorced for thirty years and the nicest thing she's said about him in that time is "that miserable sonuvabitch." Now they're seeing each other, in their dotage.
So now that she's 'fessed up, you can guess what came next, right?
~ma for T.
Also, non-moping~ma for Toto.