AHA!!!! It is in the basement! not in MY winter clothes tupperware box, but in Eric's!!!! That makes sense, mine was too stuffed!! Dearest Auntie Lowan, you ARE a genius!!!
Ahem, do you dear Auntie know where I will put the winning lottery ticket, if I pick it tomorrow and where should I go to pick it in the first place and what commission would you ask if it was the winning ticket anyhow ?
HUh ?
No commission.
You will put it inside the blue socks - never used - in your sock drawer.
Where should you buy it?
Hmmmmmmm - your little local shop should do - wait until you feel the pull to go down there.
Good luck!
I might add, I never win anything, and, when I do, I am downstairs in the bar, having fun, and I miss my number being called.
I shall, however, hold my foot on your behalf....
Save yourself and know you have given to a worthy cause, send you lottery money to me
Prove your worthiness, Sir Wolf!
The sending of three tykes off to college..........
Also, neither drink nor chew
It must be hard to type while you're holding your foot...
Why thank you, Mac11, indeed it is! How kind of you to think of me!
Hmmmm, Sir Wolf - yes, yes, cubs in college....but...are you good in bed?
well it surely got him some progeny, didnit?
Cubs - don't want 'em.
T'other is what counts....
To be 'good' in bed is an oxymoron, no?
Depends on the versatility of your moron.....
I'm reminded of that old piece of doggerel:
There was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good,
she was very, very good;
but when she was bad
she was wonderful.
Dear Auntie,
Please take your foot off my behalf it is beginning to make my eyes water.
I will however take your sage ( and onion) advice and wait until I feel the pull of the lottery before in fact buying a ticket. Oh those blue socks, chucked them out, they were beginning to stink.
Stinky socks are rarely a good idea. Unless you're trying to get something past customs. Or so my verra stink-footed cousins have told me. Perhaps the dLowan bee could weigh in on the subject?
My socks don't stink - neither do my....oh, I hear the kettle boiling.....scampr, scamper...
(but something tells me it is unwise to trust the smell of feet against the noses of the Beagles of Doom)
Hmmmm, what does the dLowan bie need to boil? It must be extraordinarily stinky.
She must be mixing up a stew of politics, nothing else is stinkier than that!
