only to find Sammy swinging from the chandelier singing...

Lynn329 who actually did have someone step on her hair when she was 5 years old. Her mother was shopping and little Lynnie laid down on the floor under the racks of grown up dresses because she was tired from Mommy's ability for infinite shopping sprees, and a giant woman with size 10 shoes stepped on little Lynnie's clean hair, and never apologized. So the grown Lynn finally gets up off the floor to hear Sammy say, "Dotsie! Dotsie! Dotsie for president....

...which created an uproar of approval from the growing crowd. But, Sammie is now bored with the Human Species and joins Trixie and Daisy for a round of strip...uh...poker...

...but, we digress. Back in the kitchen Chatty is preparing green eggs and spam. Do YOU like green eggs and spam? Or grits and spam, maybe beans and spam? We could start a spam-o-gram.....

We could eat them here or there. We could eat them anywhere....

In the meantime, Daisy, da Trixster and Sammie are wondering if there are any other 4 legged types invited to this shindig! It's way more fun to have 4 when you're playing poker! They discussed how Miss Dianne was just kidding when she suggested they were playing strip poker......"we're not that kind of girls....we're worth more than a spam sandwich," said Daisy. "Yea, da Queen raised me better than that!" replied Trixie.

They proceeded to the main ballroom to search for another poker player, where......

...Here or there; there or here? How about green eggs and beer? Stripping's not the coolest thing - a stripping Boomer is a ding-a-ling!

Speaking of ding-a-ling, Dotsie's cell phone started ringing. The band stopped playing, the poker players stopped in their tracks, Lynn stopped untangling her hair, JJ picked up her crown off the floor, Chatty put her Spam-covered spatula down, and a hush fell over the room as everyone stopped to listen in on the conversation. Dotsie's face radiated joy as she answered, "Oprah, is that really you? You want me to what?" She hung up her phone, walked over to the microphone and said, "Guess what ladies, I'm..."

Next!

going to dish the dirt with Oprah but dam I'm hungry. Just then the orchestra began to play 'hail to the chief' and all eyes were on Dotsie with Queen JJ by her side, she waived her hand and declared all will sit now and enjoy the spam feast...suddenly through the stained glass double doors marched a dozen chippendale dancers clad in leopardskin g-strings, carrying trays of heaps of roasted fresh vegetables, mounds of sweet and yukon gold whipped potatoes, the most colorful of fresh salad veges. There was baked salmon, grilled lobsters, prime rib of london broil, stuffed goose and not a speck of spam or jello could be found anywhere. All applauded wildly as they tore into the feast. Chatty bowed humbly before Dotsie and said, " sorry guess I lost my head." Once Dotsie saw the Chocolate Cherry cakes, the Banana creme pies, Fresh strawberry tarts and the 4ft. high lucious Lime Angel food cake she sighed and said, never mind!!! One mystery has occurred, the 12 hunky male dancers have dissapeared and are no where to be found. Hey wheres Smile, JJ, Lynn329, Daisygirl and meredith is missing too, where could they

[ October 18, 2005, 08:12 PM: Message edited by: chatty lady ]

busted, said SMILES...