Ditch the furniture, replace everything with throw pillows, futons, and a ginormous candle holder.
Oh, yeah, don't forget the disco ball.
BlaiseDaley wrote:dlowan wrote:You are both very crass.
And I was having a wee nap.
Having left the place a total shambles....
First we're useless because we don't offer advice and then when we do we're crass. I just don't get you people.
I was just treating you mean, in hopes of making you keen.
Don't they GET reverse psychology in America?
DrewDad wrote:Ditch the furniture, replace everything with throw pillows, futons, and a ginormous candle holder.
Oh, yeah, don't forget the disco ball.
Sigh.
You never take me seriously, DD.
Personally, my decorating sense goes in for "warm can cozy." Deep browns, solid furniture, colors that coordinate rather than match exactly. Couches that face each other rather than the TV, but one can turn and lean back against the armrest (or one's honey) to read or watch a movie. And lots of bookshelves.
Sounds a bit like my place.
Who are "you people", Blaise? There's only one bunny![/quote]
It's so rare I get to use "you people" I couldn't resist myself.
And, aye, the bunny packs a might wallop.
dlowan wrote:BlaiseDaley wrote:dlowan wrote:You are both very crass.
And I was having a wee nap.
Having left the place a total shambles....
First we're useless because we don't offer advice and then when we do we're crass. I just don't get you people.
I was just treating you mean, in hopes of making you keen.
Don't they GET reverse psychology in America?
Sorry, eh, we've been getting reverse psychology as the lords gospel the last five years.
You mean the ten commandments are the ten forbiddens?
Oy veh!!!!!
Is this still the place where I can vent about Christmas?
mumblemumblemumble...barbarians, they are. I am related to barbarians....mumblemumblemumble....
What sort of barbarians?
Huns, Goths Visigoths?
What'd they do?
Tell Auntie Lowan all about it....here, here's a stiff drink....
Yes, and we want to know if they were actually at the door!
Now that you mention it, Eva, was Dys there?
Reyn wrote:Now that you mention it, Eva, was Dys there?
Are you kidding me? The eva lives in Tulsa which is in OklaDAMNhoma. You won't catch me in OklaDAMNhoma! Bunch preverts.(and postverts) Eva does have a lovely son though. He will have to move to another stte to become an adult human being, sad when you think about it.
Yes, yes, a drink. Thank you. Pour me another, please.
These are the sort of people for whom Jeff Foxworthy is high humor. I had to listen to diatribes straight from Fox News for three days. That was as "intelligent" as it got. Don't even ask me about the low points. They do not read and cannot think for themselves. Small-town, uneducated, won't travel. Horrible food and, of course, second helpings were mandatory. They wouldn't let me bring anything...the anorexic sister-in-law insisted on controlling every phase of the shebang from offensive seating charts to banning my dog from all gatherings. (Her flea-ridden little yappers were all over everybody, but our perfectly groomed, quiet, gentle Cavalier was made to stay locked up across town in a small room alone.) Despite exchanging gift ideas via e-mail weeks ahead of time and bringing thoughtful gifts they asked for, I got a Target gift card.
I felt very unwelcome. I do not want to go again, but doubt I can get away with that. Hubby is very sentimental about wanting family together at holidays. <Sigh>
I'm not smiling at anyone today.
Oklahoma's not that bad. Not that good, either, mind you, just sorta OK.
Reyn wrote:Yes, and we want to know if they were actually at the door!
First of all, the in-laws' door wasn't nearly that nice. The female barbarian shows similar taste in clothing to sister-in-law, but is much more attractive. (Notice the hair and makeup.) The male isn't hairy enough and probably smells better.
Target gift cards are rockin'. Stop your crocodile tears.
Oh dear!!!
THREE DAYS!!! And you didn't even get to ascend to heaven at the end!
You poor darling!
Have a massage. Here's a triple vodka martini.
Those aren't vandals, BTW, Reyn...they're Vikings.
