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Cookiejar! Cookiejar! Cookie....

"Hmmmmmm...a master at the backhanded compliment"

No, Cookiejar! Not at all. I said , (for contrast to your delightful skin tones), meaning well, being courteous and aiming for compliment of you, in the most straightforward manner.
Now get back in that wheelbarrow and manage with oak leaves, I'm fresh out of fig trees.

Rosylady, dear; it is not your brain that befuddles you, more likely it is mine befuddled by your very presence

 

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Re: Cookiejar! Cookiejar! Cookie....

"Hmmmmmm...a master at the backhanded compliment"

No, Cookiejar! Not at all. I said , (for contrast to your delightful skin tones), meaning well, being courteous and aiming for compliment of you, in the most straightforward manner.
Now get back in that wheelbarrow and manage with oak leaves, I'm fresh out of fig trees.

Rosylady, dear; it is not your brain that befuddles you, more likely it is mine befuddled by your very presence

Tricky! No fig leaves.....I'm buried in leaves.....putting on my racing goggles! Let's see what this sucker can do!!

 

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Let's see what this sucker can do!!

I trust, dear Cookiejar, you refer to the smartly painted, AWD wheelbarrow, rather than to its handsome chaffeur?"

And off they went, at breakneck speed, leaves flying out behind them leaving an autumnal trail in their wake. Over the brow, the magical lake lay before them and, Cookiejar, like one of those ballerinas you only see on TV, leapt from her carriage and ran naked into the blue water. Her chaffeur, not showing his true excitement, followed at a more sedate pace.