Hi Dane and Morena

I think I'm going to burn some sage and sprinkle some rosemary.

the ladies are lined up to dance with you Fanta

Cheerio, Whispers

Sillygirl, you are too funny!!

Hi Whispers. welcome back Fanta.

I'm trying not too. What, did we scare all the guys away when we
threaten them with the word "dance"?

don't make me choke on my beer!

I with you Sillygirl! We do like to dance.

Madonna's "Fever" is good!

Hi Silly and Dizzy. I'm in the mood for some ZZ Top.

self serve is good...save alot of money.
what kind of music should we play on the jukebox?

Hi Fanta
Budlight for me plz

Hi Ya'll, I'll have a cold beer.

oh my!
Not bad advise, but by the time you finished reading him all the rules,
there goes the all the potential passion.

Great guy, best wishes in finding your great girl! good poem

so true!!

The Washcloth

(There is not a woman alive today who won't crack up over this!)

I was due for an appointment with the gynecologist later in the week.
Early one morning, I received a call from the doctor's
office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for that morning at 9:30
am.

I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was
already around 8:45 am.

The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time
to spare.

As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over hygiene when
making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the
full effort.

So, I rushed upstairs, threw off my pajamas, wet the washcloth that was
sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in that
area to make sure I was at least presentable.

I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped
in the car and raced to my appointment.

I was in the waiting room for only a few minutes when I was called in.

Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table,
looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in
Paris or some other place a million miles away.

I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an
extra effort this morning, haven't we?"

I didn't respond.

After the appointment, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home.

The rest of the day was normal. Some shopping, cleaning, cooking. After
school when my 6 year old daughter was playing, she called out from the
bathroom, "Mommy, where's my washcloth?"

I told her to get another one from the cupboard.

She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink, it had all
my glitter and sparkles saved inside it."

NEVER going back to that doctor ever!

laugh: Holy
smokes!