Lola at the Coffee House

I think Vonny finally managed to fall asleep sitting up in the booth over there.



Wassau, please make sure there are ice chips in a cup available for Vonny as well as a couple of frozen washcloths in baggies in the freezer.

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Thanks Firefly - sweet of you to be so considerate. I need a bit of peace and quiet, just listened to the Dylan 'song' that Spendius told me to ask my husband to play. Ouch - husband says it's good (!) but I can't understand a word of it! See what you think!

Didn't help my headache. Husband wants to know if it's on a bootleg cd and, if so, where Spendi gets his bootleg cds from! No comment!

Oy, lay off my painkillers, fellow patrons of Lola's fine establishment. I'm going to need every one if this ache keeps up.

mump - I mean bump

OMG - who took that photo of me in 1989?

Thanks for the ice chips and washcloths Wassau, good idea of ehBeth's!

EELLLLLLOOOOO EEELLLLLOOOOOO EEELLLLOOOOOOOOO
Is there anybody here?

Why? Are you waiting to be served farmerman? Wassau won't be a moment,

how ya feeling ? hows the surgery scar?

Ill have my usual

I'm here fm. Is there something you would like to say?

I had conceded Friday to the ladies as ff suggested.

Why do they put cornstarch in confectioners sugar?

Because it's cheap.

What else do you want to know? Possibly it works like bromide.

tta be more than that, otherwise theyd just add clay like they do in chocolate

Feeling lousy earlier, but a stint on A2K this afternoon has cheered me up. The scar will be a bad one, but hey - I'm alive, and that's the option I'll go for every time!

I didn't ask anyone to concede anything.

I asked if the other women would like to get together for a monthly lunch--so we could be "the ladies who lunch" or just engage in "girl talk"--but no one responded. Either no one heard me, other than you, or no one was interested.

Dont push the healing. It needs time and going gently back into the normal activity.

be well.

It keeps the sugar crystals from caking together.

Here you are vonny. Check this out for showing Pete Seeger which way the wind is blowin' . Get the lyrics first. I will agree agree that Dylan does sound like one mushy racket if you don't know the words. What can anybody do about that? But when you know the words they scrape your soul.

I like shamen who look like shamen.

http://able2know.org/topic/207441-207#post-5312858

I have a video of that and on a 47 inch screen with the sound on max. it's more than amazing. It's something it is impossible to imagine ever happening if Bob had not been born to do it. The sweet stuff is for those who lose their nerve.

Check what out? Link isn't right - or am I missing something deep and profound???
What do you think of Dylan's Christmas album, or Dylan and the Dead? Curious to know your opinion?

I'm glad the company around here helped to make you feel a little better, vonny.

You can't really tell yet about the longterm scarring. Scars often fade and diminish over time, and a little plastic surgery can sometimes diminish them even more. Once the healing takes place, the result may not be nearly as bad as it seems to you now. You're right, being alive is the important part. Let's just celebrate life. L'Chaim--to life!



And, as that song says, "May you live to see a thousand reasons to rejoice."

If ladies drop a hint ff I take it as a command. And you raised the matter of a space in which you ladies could "be alone". So I thought it only gentlemanly to help you bring it off.



That should tell you something.

I know why you don't want to know about the "battle of the sexes". It's because you're winning it so it suits you to pretend there is no battle going on. Then the sloppy softheads surrender to the simpers at a nice steady pace completely oblivious to the fact that they are surrendering. When you lose a skirmish on the periphery what a fuss you make about it.

The irony is though that women don't respect blokes who surrender. Women are the ones who surrender. That melting feeling.

In the old days when I was setting forth in my new drainpipe pants and Tony Curtis hair, they required a long-winded and very expensive chase. They wouldn't be seen dead buying their own drinks in a pub. At the cinema ticket window they stood to one side examining the display of candy.