That is why the string. Make onne important to you. Btw, heading to beach...support needed to mainytain sanity. All member in vited. bring plants and paintbrushes. Thanks!
As an award I mean since I left it at the hotel with MY poster after eating too much at the RedLion. Be glad you did not go, Fan. Here is a button I found for you from WW11. *Spits on it to polish it up and pins on Fan's collar*
Thank you! I do like buttons from WWII, actually. That is quite nice. I shall wear it everywhere. Wish I had gone, to at least have met you guys. Mr. Cleese and Garry would have been nice, too, but I would have a hard time meeting celebrities, and do stupid things, although I have somehow met a lot of famous people in strange incidents. I wonder if they look back and say, who was that crazy woman who stepped on my feet while trying to shake my hand? That was his fault, though, because he stood up and I didn't expect that. And I was trying to hand him a book of his to autograph at the same time, and I was so embarrassed. It meant so much to me. The RedLion was better off without me there. I might have started a fight between two strangers, without meaning to, and I might have sat on somebody's nice hat, or the ashtray like at that convention when all my friends tried to tell me and I didn't listen. Had a lot of people giggling during that serious lecture and I was trying to sober up, actually. I hardly ever drink, but if I do, it's embarrassing, sometimes, because I think everything's funny. Aw well. Did you know that I earned money sewing for a living once upon a time? Yes, I did. Designed, and sewed.
You couldn't get near enough John's feet to step on them. He's got a chubby tum-tum.
Garry, on the other hand, is very slim. You could have stepped on his feet--if you could have gotten close enough. He seemed excruciatingly shy, just hung back in the shadows and let John bask in the glow of our giggling excitement and the low overhead light. When I went to give him (Garry) a hug, he looked like a deer in the headlights. I told him I was Mrs. Thing, and he relaxed a bit, but I could see he wasn't really comfortable with hugging. Me, I'm a full-body hugger, if people will let me. I don't like to make people uncomfortable; I know not everybody is affectionate by nature and doesn't like strangers touching them.
We will go again!!! When will he be in Bath? Be easy to find out where they live. I think I know the area. We could rent a house nearby and plan a party for all his friends. We could be the servers and get to handle the food. That would be a challenge. Mrsthing must remain in the KITCHEN and not be near him when he is eating, for God's sake...she will want a souvenir and Fan, must be medicated so as to not stomp on his foot or light his mustache on fire by accident. If Lozzy decides to come, she must undergo a three bounding inspection of her mammarys. No, more accidents. Thumb should leave Mrsthumb 2 within short distance to keep him in control. Naughty and Turk can supervise food and drinks, hehe and Chrissy, the guest book. Others will have to claim their jobs. Foote and I of course will be his personal bodygaurd what with our special skils and spells. Starting to sound good. Nice train ride from allover. No humiddity Bunny.
Probably died of brain cancer, too. I was trying to say laptop computer but little figers would not work. Yes. I need a man,s help as store clerks do not seem to think women understand...Well. what I say is.if you do not know nothing you cannot do nothi
What I want to know is, was there a MrsThumb1, or did he just skip the divorce and go straight to the second marriage? They say love is lovelier the second time around.
Actually I went straight to the third marriage, and only when that didn't work out did I go to my second marriage, which is still flourishing after 24 years.
Somebody told me you marry the first time to raise a family, the second time for love (assuming you didn't put the first one off for too long), and the third time for money.
I'm still on my first one. It's working pretty well. We'll be married 25 years this May.
I'll probably be one of those multiple joint replacement people. Maybe by then they'll have it right, and the joints won't pop out, and the ligaments won't slip out of place. I do NOT look forward to it. I'm a total wimp about pain.
Zelda, how many times do I have to tell you, please try to keep track of rodents in your undergarments. Especially sleek oily ones from Barthelona who pretend they don't speak Eenglessh.