Well, there I wuz, captured by these evil little Republican creatures. Musta been 2 or 300 of 'em. They had me all trussed up in a very anal retentive fashion, determined in their slavish, manifest destiny ravaged little minds that they would hold me through Kath's birthday and the Republican primary. And while they made me late, they couldn't keep me away. With a mighty roar, I cast off the chains of Calvinist iron and made fast my escape. It was close, but I got away, and you should see the other guy, Ma. So here I am, bruised but undaunted and ready with a Big Mick birthday hug for my dear friend Kath. I love ya, lady, you are the best. And I can't wait to sing The Widow's Walk accompanied by that Cello of yours. A huge Happy Birthday to you.
And to my dear friend, Karen, welcome home. I have missed you. Drop me a line, willya?
And to the rest of my friends here, I am involved in a VERY large project that is keeping me busy 7 days a week, and 16 or so hours a day.
Sandy, grab that woman of yers and git yerself back here. I need a cholesterol fix. And bring Karen, I want to double date with that woman again. She smiles and the world knows it.......LOL.
All the best,