caribou- Will you take a hot dog with mustard, sauerkraut, and a cool brew?
if you hold the mustard....
What a nice thread. I don't need anything to eat, I'll be fine if I can just snuggle up close to dlowan over here on the couch...
- hands phoenix a linen napkin -
Caribou--
You are too modest. You know that that napkin was the finest damask woven and embroidered white-on-while by devout Irish nuns.
Modesty becomes you, but your opinions are also worthwhile.
Noddy, you are quite right, I just feel badly at times for the poor nuns that went blind creating this beautiful piece that Phoenix is now wiping her mustard stained fingers on.
Would like like some tea?
<Grabs embroidery hoop, pulls two plain linen (also unbleached) napkins from bottom of stack, puts one on the hoop, requests cucumber sandwich and iced tea (warm here today), sorts through thread colors, looks for embroidery needles, looks around at the pleasant people, blinks>
Oh, I could never have the patience, Ossobuco, how do you do it?
dlowan wrote:JPB wrote:hmmmm.....
mmmmm, good cucumber sandwiches, bunny... wonders if there's any more
what, no white wine?
Of COURSE we have white wine, and the supply of cucumber sandwiches is inexhaustible.
So, how are YOU?
...and now I must go to work.
Here's the key to the liquor cabinet dearie.
Ah, thank you.... a glass of white wine after a day like today is perfect. And these sandwiches ARE delicious. Sorry you have to leave for work. We promise to be tidy.
Caribou, haven't for a long time, but did embroidery as a ten year old, say, and crewel work as a twenty-something. Got into drawing and then painting in my thirties, more fun to me, once I discovered it. My careers have had technical zoned in aspects; best fit was landscape architecture, which has room for people who like detail, those who like a lot of design play, and those who like to administrate (kill me first, it would be best for all), though I'm a natural at the first two.
I was just trying to recall my more lady-days.
<wanders in with a beer stein full of tea>
any gin left?
I'm sure I have never been a "lady". Though, while here, I was trying not to slosh my tea, kept my knees together and my ankles demurely crossed and managed not to drop any sauerkraut down my "blouse".
I don't have much patience for fine detailed things.
(well, okay, sometimes, maybe -I can be a little obsessive/compulsive - but no fine needlework!)
I'm a messy scenic painter usually covered in dust and paint and smelling of chemicals.
Landscape architecture sounds cleaner...
-passes ehBeth the gin-
(okay what's the secret to using the plus and minus signs... if I use them I am only left with the first word of the sentence...)
farmerman wrote:wabbit sounds like she just got electro shock therapy. She kinda has that zoned out zombified aura.
Quote:which genteel would you like to discuss?
Or else shes a little predatory wabbit out to have her way with unsuspecting tourists.
Gimme the Hare clippers
Ommmmmmmmm.......
Phoenix32890 wrote:I found it!
CHORUS
We'll drink a drink adrink
To Lily the Pink the Pink the Pink,
The savior of
The human ra-a-ace!
She invented
Medicinal Compound
Most efficacious
In every case.
Now here's a story
A little bit gory,
A little bit happy,
A little bit sa-a-ad,
Of Lily the Pink and
Her Medicinal Compound
And how it drove
Her to the bad.
Oh, Ebeneezer thought <- weird scansion, I know
He was Julius Caesar,
And so they put him in a ho-ho-home.
Till they gave him
Medicinal Compound,
And now he's Em-
Peror of Rome.
CHORUS
Oh, Domingo,
The opera singer,
Could break glasses with his voice, they said.
He rubbed his tonsils
With Medicinal Compound,
And now they break glass-
Es over his head.
Uncle Paul, he
Was very small, he
Was the shortest man in tow-ow-own.
He rubbed his body
With Medicinal Compound,
And now he weighs just
Half a pound.
CHORUS
Jimmy Hammer
Had a t-t-t-terrible st-stammer,
He c-could hardly s-s-say a w-wo- a wo- a wo-o-ord.
Till he took some
Medicinal C-c-c-compound,
And now he's seen,
But never heard.
Lily died,
Went up to Heaven,
All the church bells they did ri-i-ing.
She took with her
Medicinal Compound:
Hark, the Herald
Angels sing!
CHORUS
For the record, Lydia Pinkham's Medicinal Compound
was a concoction sold in drugstores some years ago
which was about 97% alcohol and advertized itself
as being able to cure practically anything. I believe
this song was written by Shel Silverstein
Funny............I remember singing "slightly" different words to that song! 
Good grief...is THAT what that song is about?
caribou wrote:Such a nice thread with such nice people....
May I have a cucumber sandwich?
Certainly, dollink!
All we ask is you don't cock your leg on the furniture.
Phoenix32890 wrote:caribou- Will you take a hot dog with mustard, sauerkraut, and a cool brew?
Is that a correct thing to say to an...er.....dog?
kickycan wrote:What a nice thread. I don't need anything to eat, I'll be fine if I can just snuggle up close to dlowan over here on the couch...
I am at work...that's little cousin Ermintrude you're snuggling with.....but please, do not let me intrude.
caribou wrote:Noddy, you are quite right, I just feel badly at times for the poor nuns that went blind creating this beautiful piece that Phoenix is now wiping her mustard stained fingers on.
Would like like some tea?
How do you know they went blind?
ehBeth wrote:<wanders in with a beer stein full of tea>
any gin left?
We'll always have gin.
As long as you have gin, you'll always have at least one verra verra good friend.
dlowan wrote:
All we ask is you don't cock your leg on the furniture.
I'm a girl dog, we don't cock our legs...
dlowan wrote:
How do you know they went blind?
Because it's white on white......... silly bunny
thank you for your hospitality....
