Chatty, our pennies went farther (further) then. Now things cost what, double, triple, with half the income. The chi wow ha got a beating this morning from my alpha Westie. I stopped the killing by putting a blanket over Gracie's head (the Westie.) Are you girls really talking "tongue scrapers" in stocking stuffers? Hey, think big, live a little. I want teeth whitening for Christmas. I just want to keep my teeth throughout my life. Saundra, are you listening?

For all you who wished the "HUNK" a Merry Christmas, he wanted to wish it right back atja....and a special howdy doo to you, JJ.

hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Edelweiss....TOO funny! Dee, I hope you and Larry see this one!!!

Hey Princess Lenora

I don't know if there is a Macy's, Nordstrom's, or Dillard's near you...many, if not all, of those stores have a MAC Cosmetics counter in their stores. I LOVE MAC cosmetics...have for years!

Bi means both sides! Hence, bippie, means both sides of your
bottom or butt or backside or your cushion or rear end!
That's what burns my bippie! Don't ya see!

Dee,
That hunk of yours 'tis a cutie! Give him a kiss, kiss from
the girls!!!!

EW...got your PM and yes, the hunk saw it...he's blushing. HI Lady Jane...I love the snowman...you are so clever and come up with the cutest ideas. Merry Christmas everyone!!! We love ya.
Jabber...the hunk says, KISSS KISS back atja!!!

EW, that's great. Just love it. Thanks for the laugh.

Seeing as I am not doing xmas this year by my own choosing(Well I will do dinner tomorrow at an old freinds Momma's house and that is about the height of it)All my cards on the exchange list will be in New Year as I was well busy over the last three to four weeks...and we run back into Uni for an Exibition during the first two days!!! For all the lovely cards which have festooned my little student room, thank you ladies.
I couldn't sleep last night for sadness...this time of year does that to me anyhow and has done for a long old time back ...

I DO NOT...

I do not confes to anything-so when I speak
of the small spidery creature
skittling across the periphery of my vision -
it proves nothing.
Meaning is just an accident,
soon mopped up: those letters
were written by someone else
and that suitcase under the bed
does not contain my heart.

I do not regret very much,
so when th dog digs up the bones
I have buried beneath the brambles, in some wild woods-
I am not worried.
I have allowed no prophets to enter my house
for a long time past-
so bones cannot grow flesh, stand up and walk.
They cast no shadows
and I have nothing to look in the face.

I d not promise anything-so when I lay down
lose as a child, intimate as a lover, tender as a mother
it means nothing.
Love is just a trick of the lighht,
a misunderstanding.
No matter who you think I am,
when it matters most,
I will not be who you want.

Poppie