Lola at the Coffee House

Now that I think about it, Wassau, I'll have what edgar is having. It's breakfast after all.

i think a walk in the woods would be a nice bit of exercise this PM. Ill get my fishin rod and wazzup can make me athermos of coffee(its still got a bit of a nip in the air).
I know a fishing hole where the trout need catching.
Everybody in here looks kinda bored .

Wear your Muck boots and dig your own bait

bump?

no thanks, Ive already bumped.

I've got my bait, although, I'll admit that I didn't dig it myself. Fishing is fun. (Lola puts on sweater and boots) Ready to go.

Very funny fm.

whoa a cabelas fly rod. The womans a ringer.

bump bump do the bump

We're bumping today............oh wait, I better pay attention to the fishing. It takes a fine touch to catch a fish.

It certainly does but it gets easier with practice. Hence the strict protocols of monogamy to prevent highly developed expertise causing all sorts of intractable problems.

Oh Chrissakes,He came to. QUiet you old coot, and exhale over that way your breath smells like acetone.

I actually think it's quite handy to have some of those experts around. Takes the pressure off those of us not interested in marriage. If someone has 3, 4, 5 marriages under their belt - you just KNOW they'll have another one before attention turns back to you.

Years ago I worked someplace where 2 of the women had accumulated enough weddings to cover off the 4 of us who had never married - twice over. It was fabulous.

At the wedding shower for one heading into her mmmmmmmm 4th/5th? marriage, her aunt gave her the same gift she'd given her the other 3 or 4 times - a big embroidered piece celebrating the wedding - she had just picked out and replaced the name of the groom and the date of the wedding. Best gift ever.

Great gift. Yes. I wear the ring my father gave my mother in the early 1930s when they married. He paid $10.00 for it at the time. Of course, $10 was a lot in the early 30s. I had it repaired and wear it on my left hand when I'm married and on my right when I'm not. Of course, the ring itself has had, over time, all parts replaced in the name of repair. The remaining ring has very few parts, if any of the original ring. But it looks the same, and it's the thought that counts.

Oh, I've got a bite. Quick snap of my wrist and start winding. Oh wow, this one's a big one.

Oh I like that story!

I have hamburgboy's paternal grandmother's engagement set. It was originally diamond and opal. Now it's mostly something shiny with a couple of the original opals left in the ring. Great-granddad apparently pawned the set a few times to buy circus horses! and other interesting things. The settings are beautiful - the ring in particular is a wonderful swirly Viennese Secession style (later than you'd expect ... but they didn't marry til they'd had a couple of children).

I've a friend who married a guy who had been married 4 times before. Huh, we all said, shaking our curly heads.
They're still married 35+ years later.
Maybe she wore him out.

I got married with my own grandmother's heavy heavy heavy gold band, engraved anew. We weren't figures of wealth, and it was there to be worn.
As karma or caramels would have it, the ring made my hand turn red and itchy (a clue to the clueless - later when I had finally gotten my ears pierced, I got keloids as a result). So later we waltzed into whats the place, Cartier, and got me a simple white gold square band that didn't itch, and he decided he liked it so much that he had one made to match in silver. Not by Cartier, but by our neighborhood garage silversmith.

wedding ring stories, oh goody.

I can't wear my wedding ring. It always separates where they added filler to make it larger.

That sort of sounds like you go in and out of the state of wedlock often.

Are you fishing around for another good catch--in terms of matrimony?

A lot of fishy things going on here today. Wassau, I'll have the fried flounder for lunch, with a salad on the side.

Sometimes, things are as they appear.