yeesch, georgia peach, phew. we moved from ga. when i was in third grade, all we had to do was open our mouths and say "ya'll" [sorry laurie, nothing meant by this] and we heard, "oh, you must be the new ga peach". we heard it so much we wanted to puke. now this is a town where every one knows everyone, and they're all related. so why they had to wait till we spoke to figure this out, well, just a little dense here. new faces in town, dresses different, that should have said it all.
glad you clarified cracker. i like that. keebler elves i like, yummy, not the elves themselves however, i'm not an ogre, unless you dip them in chocolate and they're little gingerbread treats. dip in a little milk. dang it, am i supposed to be on a diet, is madame t lurking around the corner. she's to good sometimes. dark closet, slurp slurp, mouth full mmnnmph
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