Olga, I do suppose that makes you more nervous than a cat in a room full of rockers.
A smile of remembrance.....My parents were married on Ground Hog Day. I can still see that sepia photo of them right after the wedding. Daddy was whistling.
Olga, I do suppose that makes you more nervous than a cat in a room full of rockers.
A smile of remembrance.....My parents were married on Ground Hog Day. I can still see that sepia photo of them right after the wedding. Daddy was whistling.
Seriously, Letty?! My folks' anniversary was Groundhog Day, too!
1952, to be precise. I thought they were the only nuts in the entire world that would choose that particular holiday!
Eva, I don't think my parents planned their wedding for Ground Hog Day, it just worked out that way. My sister has all that stuff. She's the keeper of the flame. When I write and ask her for copies of the photos, she becomes.................
Letty -- my parents didn't exactly plan it, either. Just went to the courthouse on their lunch hours, then went back to work. Took a small honeymoon trip that weekend. So no pictures at all.
Hey, Bill. A whale of a tale the market tells right up to the closing bell.
Wouldn't we all look comical running down wall street with a "bear" behind?
In the film A Christmas Carol, starring Alistair Sim, the phrase is used during the negotiations that put Scrooge and Marley at the helm of Fezziwig's erstwhile company.
Hey, Bill. A whale of a tale the market tells right up to the closing bell.
Wouldn't we all look comical running down wall street with a "bear" behind?
Yep... Da Bears suck. I'd rather run with the Da Bulls.
Then there is the Roman Catholic bull--(papal)
The British Bull--(John)
And Osso has already mentioned the Asian bull...lol
The political bull (the residue left in the pasture after a caucus)
He he he, Mac, or til those chickens come home to roost. Talk about an oxymoron, why is a coward called a chicken when all they do is hunt and peck and then come home and "lay" around.
