Grrrr.

Want I should take him/her down for you? See tagline.

Won't do much good. No matter what happens the decision has been made. This is my 5th and final year at this wonderful school.

smiling sweetly

It's not about the result. It's about the revenge.

Billytea, you are NOT getting rid of Sparkles.

I believe you misunderstand. I didn't accept it in the first place to get rid of it. It doesn't sit well with me. For reasons I find hard to articulate, it feels inappropriate.

Work once organised dinner for the firm's analysts at the Australian Reptile Park. One activity was about ten people carrying around a six-metre long Burmese python. (Burmese pythons, BTW, know they're cool.) One of its porters got it into his head to start poking the snake. This behaviour, well, it baffles me. It baffled the people around him too, who pointed out that he should stop. He turns around to assure them that it's ok, everyone had a firm grip, no problems.

Explaining what happened next is probably redundant and would involve the phrase 'puny mortals'. Suffice to say, that when he turned around again, he found three other people ducking out of the way and the snake's head roughly six inches from his own. He let out a single shriek and collapsed. The snake just continued to stare at him, and you know that if it could talk, it would have said, simply, "Don't do that."

Should you get the urge again to call me Sparkles, picture this scene.

It's not about the result. It's about the revenge.

Ohh, I want. Kristin, may I tag? So very pretty and Italian.

Hee. Yes, Maria, tag away.

See what happens? Six years with a Sicilian. I fear what I'll be in another forty.

In all seriousness, I may be "KiT the Affable" in some ways, but hurt someone I love or attack an ideal I hold dear...

Anyhoo, yes. Tag, by all means.

Double hee. Who needs to wait another forty years? You've got it all down pat now, including the part where one discards the original topic of discussion in order to tell a personal story that is only tangentially related, and then just as suddenly, veering back into the path of the original discussion. All without taking a breath.

I shall call you "sorella" from now on. My sister. And thank you.

::kisses each cheek::

I'm lucky to be only 50% incorrect.

including the part where one discards the original topic of discussion in order to tell a personal story that is only tangentially related, and then just as suddenly, veering back into the path of the original discussion. All without taking a breath.

That's Italian? I've been doing that for far longer than I've been with David.

On topic, my F2F dress is pretty. It's black and white and clingy.

Kristin, it wouldn't let me look at your pictures.

And David, I was rather surprised Teppy didn't eviscerate you. How in hell did you reach the age of forty without learning to never, ever, EVER call a woman a cow?