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Originally Posted by montsnmags
Well, I'm no stunt-driver, nor a meteorologist, but if my experience watching 80's television has any worth, you "Cut the jibba jabba, fool!", blow something up, handbrake the van into parking spot, and exclaim "I love it when a plan comes together!".
In fact, the imagery gels very nicely with how I picture you in my mind (no, I don't think you look like either B.A. or George Peppard - it's just the vibe), and I choose to assume that that's what you actually did. 
So, unlike some of the parties you attend then. 
Cheers,
Marc |
Hmmm ... well, I look more like George Peppard than BA anyway. I probably did what I usually do in really horribly stressful situations. Laugh.
And, as to parties, right again .... I am not generally level at parties, until the very end on the night when I am in a corner of the room, horizontal and level.
They are having another party tonight, and I managed to forget all about the one last Tuesday. I do not see making it over there tonight. Too much to do before I leave tomorrow morning.
I have to get the doggies in the car in a few minutes and take them to their hotel. They really like it over there ... nice big "room" where they can be together, and all their friends barking away like mad.
The only thing they hate .... well, it's not there anymore, but the first time they stayed there, there was a large pot bellied pig staying in one of the spots. Both girls were alternately fascinated and frightened of that pig (it was a rather large pig). Now, when they have to go past that spot on the way to the exercise run ... they get waaaaay over to the other side of the walkway.
So, off I go.