dughlas

I called you a little demon, that denotes someone or something almost cute and cuddly. Adorkable even. Plus, I gave you beefcake.

Well of course it's hotter there you little demon.

It's currently 49/9° and wet here in SC. That's more typical of back home in PA.

He is a cutie and gay. Sorry but I can't tell you which episode it was. It's was a couple months ago.

There is a young guy on YouTube, Ethan Lusby, currently living in Bangkok. He took a trip to one of the preserves.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TEXY! Here's your birthday beefcake.

They're called fluffers in Drewdo's drilling documentaries.

Wow! It's so smooth and youthful.

What would the Empress-mama think ...

Your mirror is cracked ...

Mum has a side by side and likes it. I'm ambivalent, so I agree with your son. I'd save myself all the hassle.

The smell of spring back home is often the result of manure that was just spread on the fields. It's kinda reminiscent of the smell of Drewth.

Two of them are in the fruit drawer of mum's refrigerator. I used the others this past weekend to make lemon chicken.

Nicely done Terry.

Not a fan of Black Forest cake but I did enjoy it here. Your turn of phrase is wonderful. The last bit was so innocently naughty.

Mum, as do I, thanks you all for your kind wishes for her recovery. She ate her normal brekkie of Cheerios, fresh blueberries and yogurt. Took a tylenol for discomfort and has been resting quietly since. The actual cuts don't look any worse the you might expect. The bruising however is much more evident. Both eyes are bruised down below her cheekbones and one the right extends down below her chin. I told her it was nice she chose a nice magenta/lavender tone for her bruises as it's far more appropriate to the Easter season than typical black and blue. We decided it's not that she has a balance issue but rather needs to be careful with unusual steps. The times she's fallen have been instances where the steps were not standard height and so she hadn't lifted her foot high enough.

Most folks wouldn't be so bold as to confess that but then again it's you.

Mum tripped yesterday going in to a friends. She as a large gash in her forehead that required 23 stitches, another small cut just below her right eye that took 2 stitches and glue to close and a gash on her left shin just antibiotic ointment and a bandage for it. Her right eye is black and blue and swollen nearly closed. At least it was before bed last evening. It's not quite her normal wake up time so I haven't seen her yet this morning. Fortunately, the CT scans showed no internal injuries to her face or head. She had a very kind and gentle young resident doc who spent well over an hour carefully closing her wounds. Yes, he was attractive and married but had a wonderful sense of humor. He and mum kidded while he worked. The fact mum is retired nurse gave them something to chat about. For the record mum is not a good patient. She's not difficult or demanding rather she hates being the one tended to. Expecting a quiet day here.

I hope all goes well for him and you.

Texy, just remember to swab your barrel before you ram the next charge home. Otherwise you may experience a premature explosion.

Treacle sweet and sappy.

Oh, I thought she was talking about Drew ...

Just because you've written a lot of them doesn't mean some don't feel too short. We are just a bunch of hungey little birds ... chirp, chirp, chirp.

You mean he's maturing ...

It's very simple really. You wait impatiently for the current Chief Justice to retire or expire. Roo and Jeffer are still baking so there's plenty of time.