Grammyof2
<font color=deeppink>Best Woo Hootier that ever wo
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Oh my word. I have not been back since like page 1 and before they ventured to Wally World even once.
Mel do not listen to Zubb (massively jealous of whom you pulled out of obscurity) every word has made me ROLFLAPPMUPBT( I have zero clue what those letters stand for but they sure looked impressive). I would have been back sooner but all the Canada references make me crazy nervous since I do not have a passport and recently cruised with my bosses (Jami & Frick from FTM Travel) and there was a passport incident involving one of my employers that involved Zanax and a wet rag. For Me, not the passport infractionater. Is that a word? Anywho I would love to mass quote anything of importance but alas I am lazy.
Now when last I was speaking to Zubb, give or take around 2007, I was considering how many years I had before a knee or hip needed to be replaced. Actually after watching late night infomercials I decided to bypass that and go for the full body lift. Had it done recently and they pulled all the excess skin from the cankles up to my neck. It looks really good from the front but I now have a hump like Quasimodo in the back. Just so you know I googled Quasimodo by typing in quozie modo and walla whoop there ya go. Don't cha just love google. Back to the point at hand. Maybe after Maelstrom Meet ??? we can get a picture of that and compare it to a jar of pigs feet. Similar in look but not size. I have those pig feet by 4 of Fricks thighs and 33 of those huge donuts. Thinking of getting a weave to cover that mess up but I saw Girls Gone Wild and those weaves always get pulled out during the Food & Wine drink-a-thon after they were in the ditch for one or a bakers dozen.
So again, back to the point. Massively impressed you are still not shut down. Have we lost our touch and softened over the years? Surprisingly the words Sweet Tomatoes snapped me right back in to reality. Please say you signed up for the coupons. Once a week, like clockwork. This is the last week for grilled cheese focaccia dippers and tomato soup. My salad lover got a little hooked on the joint when we wintered in Orlando several years ago and we usually visit once a trip with my BIG FAT COUPON in hand. There is a point to this crazy talk. Last December I was a nervous Nellie that we would never, ever again see the Osborne Lights since ya know the Dis is full of rumors. My grandbaby, which in case you were wondering and I am sure you are, who is named after me, well the middle name, and whom is the light of my life had never seen this piece of Disney history. She HAD to see the lights because of what if? What if they are up this year and we want to see them again? What IF???? What IF every time I tried to plan a trip some medical emergency would befall(?) me like a bunch of locusts going to a church revival? I felt the need to throw together a last minute trip for no less than 8 people because of what if? And low and behold we pulled it off like that one time when Santa needed Rudolph to pull his sleigh in a snowstorm. Is there any point to this? Yes, yes there is.
My beautiful granddaughter, Jaelyn ANN (after me) had spent most of the week meeting, getting autographs, and having her photo taken with Princesses, Big Heads, statues, buildings, food, you name it. The night we went to Sweet Tomatoes she hit the mother load. NO OFFENSE ANYONE AND EVERYBODY. I am even spelling out NO. She was 4, remember that. We all pile out of my rental car, TFI that I have approx. 150 pictures of because I loved that car, with the very important coupon in hand and my Jaelyn ANN freezes in her spot. Not a muscle was moving. She was not even blinking. Maybe not even breathing. Everyone was moving quickly to the door in case they ran out of lettuce except my girl. Frozen, like Anna in the movie, with her mouth slightly open and her hand s- l- o- w- l- y starting to point. In tiny, screechy little girl voice, which is loud, says "The Baby Jesus". Then gets crazy excited to have a meet and greet, photo op, maybe hold the little guy and say prayers with the REAL baby Jesus. Which really wasn't the real baby Jesus. It was December and all. And she is super smart like me, and FOUR.
The next 90 minutes were spent trying to convince her there would not be said meet and greet, autograph session, or anything else with the nice Muslim family who were lucky enough to have the baby Jesus in a Moses basket right there in Sweet Tomatoes. They had a freaking coupon too. Y'all realize my gandbaby is loud right? and pretty dang diligent, when the baby Jesus is RIGHT there before your eyes while you are eating a baked potato, in December, right? Now what a waste of typing and reading, all because of Sweet Tomatoes. Back to Melly's report and Zubb dreaming of discounts.
Mel do not listen to Zubb (massively jealous of whom you pulled out of obscurity) every word has made me ROLFLAPPMUPBT( I have zero clue what those letters stand for but they sure looked impressive). I would have been back sooner but all the Canada references make me crazy nervous since I do not have a passport and recently cruised with my bosses (Jami & Frick from FTM Travel) and there was a passport incident involving one of my employers that involved Zanax and a wet rag. For Me, not the passport infractionater. Is that a word? Anywho I would love to mass quote anything of importance but alas I am lazy.
Now when last I was speaking to Zubb, give or take around 2007, I was considering how many years I had before a knee or hip needed to be replaced. Actually after watching late night infomercials I decided to bypass that and go for the full body lift. Had it done recently and they pulled all the excess skin from the cankles up to my neck. It looks really good from the front but I now have a hump like Quasimodo in the back. Just so you know I googled Quasimodo by typing in quozie modo and walla whoop there ya go. Don't cha just love google. Back to the point at hand. Maybe after Maelstrom Meet ??? we can get a picture of that and compare it to a jar of pigs feet. Similar in look but not size. I have those pig feet by 4 of Fricks thighs and 33 of those huge donuts. Thinking of getting a weave to cover that mess up but I saw Girls Gone Wild and those weaves always get pulled out during the Food & Wine drink-a-thon after they were in the ditch for one or a bakers dozen.
So again, back to the point. Massively impressed you are still not shut down. Have we lost our touch and softened over the years? Surprisingly the words Sweet Tomatoes snapped me right back in to reality. Please say you signed up for the coupons. Once a week, like clockwork. This is the last week for grilled cheese focaccia dippers and tomato soup. My salad lover got a little hooked on the joint when we wintered in Orlando several years ago and we usually visit once a trip with my BIG FAT COUPON in hand. There is a point to this crazy talk. Last December I was a nervous Nellie that we would never, ever again see the Osborne Lights since ya know the Dis is full of rumors. My grandbaby, which in case you were wondering and I am sure you are, who is named after me, well the middle name, and whom is the light of my life had never seen this piece of Disney history. She HAD to see the lights because of what if? What if they are up this year and we want to see them again? What IF???? What IF every time I tried to plan a trip some medical emergency would befall(?) me like a bunch of locusts going to a church revival? I felt the need to throw together a last minute trip for no less than 8 people because of what if? And low and behold we pulled it off like that one time when Santa needed Rudolph to pull his sleigh in a snowstorm. Is there any point to this? Yes, yes there is.
My beautiful granddaughter, Jaelyn ANN (after me) had spent most of the week meeting, getting autographs, and having her photo taken with Princesses, Big Heads, statues, buildings, food, you name it. The night we went to Sweet Tomatoes she hit the mother load. NO OFFENSE ANYONE AND EVERYBODY. I am even spelling out NO. She was 4, remember that. We all pile out of my rental car, TFI that I have approx. 150 pictures of because I loved that car, with the very important coupon in hand and my Jaelyn ANN freezes in her spot. Not a muscle was moving. She was not even blinking. Maybe not even breathing. Everyone was moving quickly to the door in case they ran out of lettuce except my girl. Frozen, like Anna in the movie, with her mouth slightly open and her hand s- l- o- w- l- y starting to point. In tiny, screechy little girl voice, which is loud, says "The Baby Jesus". Then gets crazy excited to have a meet and greet, photo op, maybe hold the little guy and say prayers with the REAL baby Jesus. Which really wasn't the real baby Jesus. It was December and all. And she is super smart like me, and FOUR.
The next 90 minutes were spent trying to convince her there would not be said meet and greet, autograph session, or anything else with the nice Muslim family who were lucky enough to have the baby Jesus in a Moses basket right there in Sweet Tomatoes. They had a freaking coupon too. Y'all realize my gandbaby is loud right? and pretty dang diligent, when the baby Jesus is RIGHT there before your eyes while you are eating a baked potato, in December, right? Now what a waste of typing and reading, all because of Sweet Tomatoes. Back to Melly's report and Zubb dreaming of discounts.
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) just about every day for about 18 years. In the old days. Ah, great memories...... Him saying it was almost as juvenile, or, as Z would say, "jejune", as you tickling his bum in the 1st place. Or burping. 
