An Aunt Ida's strengthening thoughts.
good morning, auntie lowan et alles. cheers from frekin' hot slovakia, the pearl on the danube! too hot to think, i shall report when i get to some airconditioned office somewhere. i miss y'all!
Pressburg, lovely Pressburg on the Danube . . . Avoid unnecessary movement, Boss, get a voice-recognition program, and dictate your posts . . .
And we miss our Dagglepuss, so we do!
Dags-What is Pearl doing on Dan and does Ube mind ?
The air is blue n'est-ce pas ?
Hiama, man of mystery, adventurer and wordsmith too boot.
As for me, I'm going to mow the lawn.
I'm eating a sandwich for breakfast.
Further bulletins as events warrant.
I had pork lo mein . . . but i ate to much, and have an almost overpowering urge to go back to sleep . . .
I've finished my sandwich and am drinking orange juice.
In other news: a midwestern man has fallen asleep after eating leftover Chinese food -- or, as they call it in China, "food."
And this just in: this reporter is about to be castigated for stealing humorous quips from American television situation comedies.
Now back to the movie: "Sophie's Choice: the Musical."
Car headlamps Deb and a Zippo for the very dark corners
hmm - what the smeg is this thread turning into - trivial reports?
Anyway, if you are interested, I just was stupid enough to post on the racism thread and I had a teaspoon of very pure peanut butter.
I know, this was supposed to be an agony aunt column !!!
Dear Aunty lowan,
Howz the neck, chest, ears, eyes etc etc.....??
(for those who are wondering, dlowan was an aunt in agony....)
Patio - " leftover Chinese food -- or, as they call it in China, "food." "
ROTFLMVO!!!!!
Goddess, I wish I had said that!
Oak - have you thought of using the sun? Oh wait - you are in England!
When are you folkses meeting our fair Margo?
There is a local brand of peanut butter available here, for which the ingredients list reads: "peanuts, salt." One of those with the oil separated, and floating on top? I like to mix it with equal parts of pure butter, and, singing loudly to drown the cries of horror from my arteries, eat slice after slice of bread, heavily slathered with the mixture . . .
Still, sadly, pretty agonized, thankee muchily for asking, G me friend.
Oh, setanta, I believe your arteries are happy with the peanut oil.
