Someone Special is in TEXAS? That this rather jealously guarded bow is ANYWHERE but in Bernie's vault is more of a surprise than the skirt! Now, about that skirt...notice that the effect is somewhat less, uh, stark, due to the clever use of plaid? Those of us who have been exposed (ahem) to the Scottish culture would hardly bat an eyelash at the sight of a slight Highlander in his Tartans. Very tastefully done, Marine!
I wish to bring up and strengthen the point that I made while shilling oops I mean bidding in this auction. The price was woefully low. In a selfless effort to get folks to shake loose of their fallow rolls of greenstuff, I placed a bid, while at the same time reminding
all of you that I had
no money, having bought a real, live, mail truck. I begged and pleaded for one of you cheapskates to come forth with a rightious covering of my bid and thus protect Bernie's tender honor. It would have only cost a mere five dollars over what I had offered in a fit of benevolence and love of humankind. (See if THAT ever happens again!)
But no, 'twas not to be, and Bernie was left dangling, so to speak, in the chill wind of the auction's closing. Do not ever forget this lesson. I am fifty winters on this Earth, and I have learned this thing:
You walk into a bar. At the end of the bar, draped across the last two available chairs, is a guy who weighs eighty-five pounds soaking wet in his riding boots. He is drinking milk. Do not try to talk him out of a place to sit. Do not talk to him. The little wiry guy will rearrange your bodily parts if you do so, because he remembers someone making him do something long ago...
Killdeer~I will never sleep again, because with sleep, come dreams. :eek:
I am going to have to bring a wonderful gift to this big-hearted grunt at ATAR in July! What do you think, hoops? or simple, elegant diamond studs?