Sunday, lazy Sunday. Mia sorella bellissima is winging her way alla Italia! Buona fortuna! ...oh, Maisie, you're cute too--Sposzeba. Y'all keep me informed. Hey rocky! Thanks for dropping in...[commentbytypingalllowercasewithout
spacesandeveryonewillknowyouspecial!] I crack myself up sometimes. Is there a pill for that? Lizard, sand=flea, jay=jay, jeffdaddy, and The Capsizer--send me your poor, your tired, your Scathing comments and e=mail! How else would i know that i am 'special'?
OOOhh--kkaaaay...it's a "Journal"...i get it. Hane switches to base=ball and I am full of home-made chicken soup. I boiled and stripped that bird just like my old man would have--except without leaving Bones in the soup to suffer on the favourite son! [i laugh] That chicken should be dead and gone by October--one of the advantages of having a Uranium stomach. [rambling] I'd give the recipe, but that would spoil my mysterious demeanour--at least regarding poultry. I really have nothing else on such a lazy sunday; so off to the better Glows i go! Ciao tutti! il slacchistimo