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June 6, 2008
The raid on São Paulo Charlie’s Drive-thru Sanatorium®
was a bit of a disaster. Father almost lost a frontal lobe
in a duel with an orderly, and Edna flat-out refused
to eat any of the vegetables.
~*~
Gone, but not forgotten: It’s true: I haven’t visited your sites in ages, I haven’t written, I haven’t called, I haven’t thanked you for your lovely write-ups… I’ve even missed a couple of birthdays. And dangitalltoHades if I don’t feel a wee bit guilty about it all.
I’ll get back to Teh Internet eventually. I swear. I’ve only got 3 gargantuan epics left to midwife, and 8914… 8913 heads to pickle.
Update: The incomparable Ms. Vita ages disgracefully on Sunday - do join me in a rousing chorus of Happy Birthday.
Quick, while she’s still got that hangover…
Updated Update: Aaaand… let’s belt out another verse (I know it’s Monday, but with feeling, okay?) for Dolce’s Evil Twin and Trailer Park Temptress: daisyfaaaae!
Happy Birthday(s), dears - long may the liquor flow, and the cakes continue to… crumble.
June 6, 2008 at 1:49 pm
Can’t say I blame her. The medication makes them taste horrible.
June 6, 2008 at 2:10 pm
And those wheelchair spokes can do naaasty things to your colon.
June 6, 2008 at 3:40 pm
*hic*
how appropriate that I’ve had not only a full (then empty) bottle infront of me. And now I feel like I’ve had a frontal lobotomy.
*weep*
*gag*
June 6, 2008 at 4:02 pm
I suppose the offer of a pre-birthday vegetable isn’t going to cheer you up, then?
June 6, 2008 at 8:03 pm
Happy BDay to Ms Vita & empathy for the near misses at the ward. Spokes are dicey!
Psycho smooches,
The Tart
: *
June 6, 2008 at 10:08 pm
unfair that they have the tallest vegetables planted in front of the pharmacy. how are we supposed to see where the morphine is stashed?
June 9, 2008 at 9:08 am
Mrs B? Is that a epeé hiding behind those felicitations? Pah! En guarde, woman. I shall smite thee. (Once the grandpa’s kick in. Who knew ground-up octagenarian was so effective for head pain!)
June 10, 2008 at 11:06 am
Tart!: Spokes are dicey. I prefer stakes… ‘n’ shakes.
daisyfae: One word, dear: ‘hipflask’.
Dolce: Of course not - my felicitations were entirely heartfelt. (I do still have a heart, you know. It’s in a jar in the pantry.)
We ran out of powdered Grandpa years ago, so we’re having to make do with Great Aunt Angelica. She is, understandably, a little bitter about it.
June 11, 2008 at 12:27 pm
I don’t think I’ve seen so many words from you before. Ever.
June 11, 2008 at 3:24 pm
You should see my ransom notes. Tolstoy-esque.
June 11, 2008 at 10:07 pm
What a coincidence. I spent today writing ransom notes as well…
Don’t tell me you also performed a ratnapping?
OK, hang on, that came out wrong.
June 12, 2008 at 10:35 am
Find me a person who’s fond of cabbage and I’ll show you someone who’s lost their mind.
June 13, 2008 at 1:35 pm
Martin: I haven’t caught a rat napping in years, dear. S’these damn ankle-restraints - they do rattle a bit.
Mandy de Waal: Like (*shudder*) this guy?