Allrighty then....good afternoon boys and girls...
I was thinking yesterday...how quiet the hallways seemed, not as noisy as in the past...then I slept in this morning...am no longer sharing this same opinion.

I realized the reason I thought it was so quiet, is that I had been up and out early, and less opportunity to hear said noises.
OMG, I forgot to tell ya a couple of things yesterday....firstly, me and one of my peeps was standing outside of Palo's (only said that cuz it drives Beans crazy if you say Palo's instead of Palo....

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PALO'S PALO'S PALO'S PALO'S!!!!
But I digress......anyhoo, we wuz waiting on Miss Judit and having a very pleasant confab, and along comes this sorta Italian looking guy wearing a SPEEDO

...which in and of itself is not so terrible...but he was very hairy in all kinds of different places, and said hairs were coming out in all kinds of different places..

....boys and girls...it WASN'T pretty

....we literally saw it at the same time and completely stopped talking and our jaws dropped!!!!!!!!! I laughed so much that I nearly cried...PJ looks at us like we are nuts...
how did he know...how perceptive of him.....and we explained what we saw. He said that he hangs with people that wear them a lot, and there is a right way and a wrong way to wear them...I said make THIS GUY the posterchild of PLEASE GOD NO....

Soo in one day I have seen Tarzan's bum at Beano's party, and Speedo Guy....
And then secondly....I saw my Hunk a Hunka Burning Hungarian Love Muffin waiter last night....can't recall his name, couldn't pronounce it to save my life....but for the love of Gable and Lombard......
THAT BOY RIGHT DER IS PURTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!......of course Beans knows I have the hots for him and makes sure he comes over to our table...I got to grope him for a few moments before he went back to work......
Okay...what have I done today my listening audience??? Not a whole heck of a lot...Tim was up early and went to puter for awhile and then him and some of my peeps....YES I SAID IT....they are MY peeps....I met them first, I found this thread...I've posted over 1,000 times, Tim: 2!!!!! They are MINE....ala finding nemo...
mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.......anyhoo he is currently off with some of my peeps exploring. I have been here, he has not.
Saralinda a little fussy mcmuffin this morning, didn't wanna take a bath, but hair looked like Bride of Frankenstein....so I sang her this little ditty I made up on the spot, for just such an occasion....Think the tune of Mulan's song "Let's Get Down to Business...or Mister, I'll Make a Man, Out of You...whatever it's called, you get the picture my fine intellegent audience...
Okay....go...

"Let's get down to business, to take a bath..
Did they send me stinkies, when I asked for clean?
You're the dirtiest girl, I've ever seen
So get in, sit down, you're through...
Sistah, I'll make a cleanie....outta You....
I know....it's a wonderful song aint it????? Oh, all right, everyone's a critic..did I say that I made it up on the spot??? What didja expect: Elton John??

... Thank you,....I'll be here all week... Anyhoo, that did the trick, and kept a fractious situation from progressing further, because she stopped her fussiness, cuz she wanted to hear what I was going to sing next....much bettah than shoutin...
Bath over, very quick change, and off to Parrots Cay for quick buffet breakfast for her, because she wanted to do "parachute time". She ate a little, I got up, took her to club, then came back and finished my breakfast in peace

....actually I was able to eat with the loverly Sue Ellen, a moderator on said board, and her family....cuz the people I wuz with were very GRUMPY

... so thanks Sue Ellen for letting me join your great family...
And, in case anyone is wonderin...yes, yes, they do have Splenda...but I have had a couple of tables that was out of it and only had equal
Okay boys and girls, I am off to the land 'o SPA....more later, in case anyone out there is listening..

...and have not commited harey carey yet to escape my posts...
