My wife is in pain

[SeaCat]

Okay so it's not that bad.

I decided to do some cooking. I've been sipping a bit from the bottle of Uncle Jose and I'm in a good mood. I'm moving around the kitchen and everything is looking good. I start singing along with the radio but the Tequila has loosened my usual tongue brakes.

I;m singing along with the radio and changing the lyrics to fit the mood.

I pick up Smokey and dance with her.

I grab Squeek who is in one of her yowling moods and yowl along with her.

I'm hitting notes I usually dont even try.

"Don't cry for me Argentina,
Im not going anywhere soon.
My Ass is buried in Buenes Aries
and I'm covered by yards of concrete."

Yes I'm a bit off but I'm having fun.

My poor wife is in tears laughing.

Uncle Jose and the freedom of cooking is a bad mix for me.

Cat

 

[shereads]

I'm hitting notes I usually dont even try.

"Don't cry for me Argentina,
Im not going anywhere soon.
My Ass is buried in Buenes Aries
and I'm covered by yards of concrete."

Your singing is making dogs howl in my neighborhood. And I'm not even in Florida anymore.

 

[SeaCat]

Your singing is making dogs howl in my neighborhood. And I'm not even in Florida anymore.

LOLOL

Think what it did to the dogs in my neighborhood.

Aren't you glad you aren't still down here? Not only would your ears be ringing but you would have to be hearing the local news commentators talking about how Ike seems to be aiming right for Miami.

Cat

 

[shereads]

LOLOL

Think what it did to the dogs in my neighborhood.

Aren't you glad you aren't still down here? Not only would your ears be ringing but you would have to be hearing the local news commentators talking about how Ike seems to be aiming right for Miami.

Cat

Darling, I'm in Savannah - which hadn't had a serious threat from a hurricane in about a century, until I got here. And nobody - nobody - has storm shutters in this town. You ask a landlord about storm shutters and they look at you like you've asked if the plumbing is made of hammered gold.

"Shutters? Why?"

It's like Miami pre-Andrew. Blissful ignorance.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Darling, I'm in Savannah - which hadn't had a serious threat from a hurricane in about a century, until I got here. And nobody - nobody - has storm shutters in this town. You ask a landlord about storm shutters and they look at you like you've asked if the plumbing is made of hammered gold.

"Shutters? Why?"

It's like Miami pre-Andrew. Blissful ignorance.

Oh-oh! That means it's just a matter of time . . .

 

[shereads]

Oh-oh! That means it's just a matter of time . . .

Is that a bear under your hat, or are you just happy to see me?











I have no idea what I meant by that.

 

[SlickTony]

Last weekend my husband and I helped his doubles partner and his wife move from St. Augustine to J'ville.

Four dogs were involved: Two of Hal and Shelli's and two of Shelli's parents. As soon as we arrived at the new house, the dogs were put into an empty room. However, just outside the room, across the hall, some workmen were doing something to one of the bathrooms, and it was driving them nuts, so they were howling and scratching at the door. So Hal delegated me, of all people, to go in with the dogs and prevent them from scratching at the door.

I get along with dogs OK, but I'm not a dog person. Another person would have had no problem getting down with the dogs and allowing himself to be covered with them, but I have a two-dog limit. Besides, one of the dogs was as big as me and very licky. So I stood up, and after I'd told them what a lot of bright-eyed, whippy-tailed set of boys and girls they were, our conversation was kind of stilted.

So I started whistling tunes to them. This caused one of them to yap at me.