My musings.........my thoughts.........my self
Have fun Jeanie, take care, looking forward to hearing all about it.
Yes yes yes! heh!We're all going to be tugging at her sleeves. how'd it go what'd they say what's it look like up there is it cold? were there mountains? how was the place were the people nice hows the rents and prices of houses andPoor woman's never going to get a minute's rest.
Safe trip. Stay out of permanent trouble...
Yay!Have a great trip, and good luck!
WARNING, If anybody else has seen THIS and can get in touch with Jean, maybe we can prevent her from being taken hostage..........or WORSE...by the Spaghetti Monster!!!! WARNING
Holy meatballs, kdzu! Where the sam hill did you FIND that?If she sees it she's a goner for sure. No way could she look upon the Spaghetti Monster and its controversial origins and NOT want to hang around and watch the fur fly.Good thing this is a blog. We won't actually lose her at all.*whew!*Hmmm.I wonder. You suppose...you suppose the Father of the Spaghetti Monster is married or single?
Oh No K.......I didn't think of that at all...If she comes back married to that monsters father I just don't know if I'll ever be able to view her blog again. Can you Imagine the perversity.But, I'm sure my Darlin' Miss Jean will do the right thing.... ....whatever that is.Let us pray........Dear Lord, in thy infinite wisdom thou hast seen fit to let thy daughter Miss Jean venture into the wilds of Northern Tennessee. Protect her O'Lord from the slimy tentacles of the dread Spaghetti Demon. Defend her virtue and purity from assault by tomato sauce spewing meatballs. Watch over her and let her return to us unsullied and untarnished. That we may once again be graced by prose most prolific and profound. That we may be touched by her beauty and gentleness. But, if it be thy will O'Lord that she find love in the writhing arms of so hideous a being, may her eyes see only cupids and cherubim, as their duplicitous arrows are thrust into her bounteous busom....... working their spell over her senses.....causing her to see only the beauty in even the worst of they creatures.And for all thy blessings we do humbly give thanks.A-man
Bestest of best luck, darlin'!
Now that, my friend, is True Love and Genuine Respect for our Miss Jean.So that even if she lands in the tentacled embrace of The S-M (we probly shouldn't say his name out loud), she should still be only happy. Content, in blissful ignorance of the true nature of the S-M forevermore.You can always tell a real friend, because they really will have the other person's best interests at heart.
yeah, sure. Might as well go to Tennessee. Ol' Troll's whippin' the britches off EVERYBODY over at Sparrow's.In fact, here's hopin' y'got t'goin' 'fore you lost your's, eh?I dunno how to make the CREATOR do what I want, so, travel well, gal.No candy from strangers....Don't sit next to hands-on-drunks..and have as much fun as you can while you're there!
God Speed Jean....
Drive, fly, or sprint carefully. I hope the trip ends up a pleasantry.
Well, from the looks of today, the Spirit made it a pretty day for youHope yer havin' fun!
.... good luck in Cookeville....... that plateau can be nasty this time of year!... Eric
K, S-M is only an ampersand away from a lot of fun! Let's hope Jean reads that the way it's intended!LOL!
Uh-huh. And there you are, in your hotel room, reading blogs, right now! 5:46 Central Time on Saturday.Hiya, Jean!!:o)
....and we're ALL of us sitting around our computers right now waiting for that new post and what are YOU doing?READING COMMENTS!?!?!
Hope you had a good trip.Talk to ya soon.
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