Stop it,stop it am not in the least bit jealous,honest am not....
Ive had a punt at 25/1 EW on CHOCOLATE CANDY,all the other bookmakers are around 12/1,14/1 So am robbing some points i only need it to finish in the first three.....Easier said than done i know.....
PS....And think on sing "The song" with gusto and pride Missy....![]()
Safe travels. Looking forward to Saturday.![]()
We'll be there too!
We have some "VIPs" coming in on Saturday and they wanted me to come to help do a meet and greet. I told them that I already had a prior commitment with some DIS VIPs!!
I'll bring my camera and post pics Saturday night after the dismeet.
Matthew, Beth, Megan and Sarah
hmmm this mean your grabbing the bill that night?..lol!!!![]()
Morning all. Just checking in before I go to bed for 4 hours. Heading to the airport at 4:45/5:00 for our 7:00 flight. Figure we'll get to the gate between 5:45/6:00.
We do have internet in our room in DC, but not sure if I'll be on or not - our schedule is pretty tight right now. Might have some time Thursday night and Sunday morning. I'll try to get on other times if possible.
Can't wait to see the VA DISers on Saturday night.
Morning peeps
I've only just got up but I'm ready to go back to bed! - I'm shattered.
Someone in the apartments opposite had locked themselves out.... 2 hours of banging at 2.30am, stayed awake til about5, then Neils alarm went off at 5.45
Mega loads of chores to do today, then the photo course, then Neils mates coming over this evening so I can book everything for their holiday.
I hope today goes quickly... I need sleep
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Well, I am sitting here all ready for work but I am heading back to bed instead. Alex is sick with a high fever, cough and sore throat. Taking her to doctor today hoping its not strep throat again.But, on the bright side.....more sleep for me!
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Why good afternoon Miss Cass....![]()
Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy.
He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump.
A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding.
He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room.
"You were drunk again last night, weren't you?"
Flynn responded, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Mary said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly.....
"...it's all the band-aids stuck on the mirror."
Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy.
He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump.
A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding.
He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room.
"You were drunk again last night, weren't you?"
Flynn responded, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Mary said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly.....
"...it's all the band-aids stuck on the mirror."
An Amish boy and his father were in a shopping centre for the very first time. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again.
The boy asked, "What is this Father?" The father (never having seen an elevator) responded, "Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life, I don't know what it is."
While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, a fat old lady in a wheel chair moved up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened, and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed, and the boy and his father watched the small numbers above the walls light up sequentially. They continued to watch until it reached the last number, and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order. Finally the walls opened up again and a gorgeous 24-year-old blonde stepped out. The father, not taking his eyes off the young woman, said quietly to his son .
"Go get your mother..."
I fly Southwest all the time. They are great.My daughter just told me she flew this weekend and all the flight attendants were funny and great. She had to give out peanuts since she flew fourth. The flights were all busy going to Vegas back to San Antonio then to Dallas. Diane
We'll be there too!
We have some "VIPs" coming in on Saturday and they wanted me to come to help do a meet and greet. I told them that I already had a prior commitment with some DIS VIPs!!
I'll bring my camera and post pics Saturday night after the dismeet.
Matthew, Beth, Megan and Sarah
Ok, now that was funny!!!![]()
An Amish boy and his father were in a shopping centre for the very first time. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again.
The boy asked, "What is this Father?" The father (never having seen an elevator) responded, "Son, I have never seen anything like this in my life, I don't know what it is."
While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, a fat old lady in a wheel chair moved up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened, and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed, and the boy and his father watched the small numbers above the walls light up sequentially. They continued to watch until it reached the last number, and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order. Finally the walls opened up again and a gorgeous 24-year-old blonde stepped out. The father, not taking his eyes off the young woman, said quietly to his son .
"Go get your mother..."
Enjoy your evening Sir their all lovely people.....Watch for the Jerry Lewis look alike he has Gas......![]()
Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy.
He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump.
A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding.
He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed.
In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room.
"You were drunk again last night, weren't you?"
Flynn responded, "Why you say such a mean thing?"
"Well," Mary said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly.....
"...it's all the band-aids stuck on the mirror."