Beer out of the can! That sweet little gal you sent me is on my desk wincing.I don't yet own a cursive Remington. They're mighty hard to find so count yourself fortunate, even if Babs is a little unrefined. With that beautiful script she could pass for a lady down here.Many do.
Left the memory card at home, like a doofus. Will retrieve shortly.
Careful! She's going to get all big-headed on me now. Amazing what a little sunlight and fresh air will do for a girl's complexion (and "Vivid" mode on the camera to enhance that natural beauty.)I'd like to point out that she was photographed on my fence. You see what I did there, with the visual pun? Hilarious.
Mike, in all truthfulness, 95% of the time, you're the funniest typecaster. This is not one of those times.
Speegle! That was a total facial disgracial (Mike C., since I believe you are more or less exactly my age, tell me you remember that phrase). Word verification: Pregadab: another way of saying "a little pregnant"
Oh, don't get me wrong, the bit about Babs was pure gold. But the bit about the fence on the other hand...Of course, I have no room to talk. I was going to make a joke about my "impressions" on crayoncasting. Ugh.
@Speegle: LA LA LA, I CAN'T HEAR YOU.In fairness, the picture came before the typecast, and spurred the idea for a topic. It was a nice day outside, and I like Duffy and Monda's "typers in the wild" photos, so I took Babs out to play.@ST: did you also make your hand into a sort-of claw and shove it into my face as you said it? That's how we did it back in middle school. I don't recall the "disgracial" part, but then I gerw up Back East, and that aspect may not have crossed the Rockies. But yes, you've taken me right back to age 12, thankyouverymuch.
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