Wonder if she’ll dress that tail down her rught pant leg or her left?

Well, first you call him a fibber. And then you realize, and introduce the word “misled”.

One more. The Overture to Copelia…a ballet by DeLibes.

Whoo-hoo for Whoopi! Wowowow!

Who can afford to die in America?

And where to the bees fit into this equation?

Ack! I still haven’t seen the new photo. I thought my attempts to “freshen up” were fruitless.

People! In the movie, we’d started eating each other.

Okay. Backbone We’re keeping backbone.

I agree, Deni G. You can be a brassy broad without the body parts. And a diligent dame in a foxhole. But when are the guys gonna start saying, “Wow! That dude’s got iron knockers.”

Great verse, Sheila. Sad, sad.

Beautifully said, Mary. And what a wonderful reassurance. I’ve mothered my children so differently than my mother mothered me, but she’s a champ and always will be. When I was little, it was always hard to leave my mother…going to camp, or just away for a weekend with a play-mate. She’s such a tiny woman, really. And tough as she always was, I saw her softer side a time or two when she thought I wasn’t looking. I hope we’ll never “really” have to say good-bye. I found her Mother’s Day gift months ago…no diamonds, but I think she’ll love it. So I’m excited about Sunday.

I think some enterprising entrepeneuer should establish a “Clone Burger” franchise. Copy the fast-food model, but serve tofu and soy burgers with sides of fresh asparagus or carrot spears, no soft drinks, tea and yogurt. ‘Course, you’d have to change the franchise paradigm so each drive-thru could utilize local resources, i.e. fund local food providers. Clone Burger…the kids’d go wild.

Wow! They should market this as an exercise video. Thanks Suzanne.

In concur, Mary lou. Very well put!