At 11:02 PM 1/10/98 -0500, you wrote: >>At 10:56 PM 1/10/98 PST, you wrote: >>>On Sat, 10 Jan 1998 19:34:42 George Shirley wrote: >>>>At 07:33 PM 1/10/98 PST, you wrote: >>>>>On Thu, 08 Jan 1998 07:44:12 George Shirley wrote: >>>>>>At 11:54 PM 1/7/98 -0600, you wrote: >>>>>>>>Lillian, who has stacked all her garden catalogs on the back of >>> >>>>>the >toilet >>>>>>> >>>>>>> Geez, couldn't you use all the left-over Christmas mail order >>> >>>>>catalogs >>>>>>>instead? Or find a Sears big book at an auction? Sure they're >>>>>collectibles, >>>>>>>but just one ought to last the rest of the winter. >>>>>>> >>>>>>> >>>>>>Boy, are you gonna catch hell from Our Lady of the Acerbic >>>Tongue. >>>>>> >>>>>>George, LOL >>>>>> >>>>>Now, George, why do you think Margaret would answer this? :) :) >>>>> >>>>>Lillian >>>>> >>>>Maybe I should have said Our Other Lady of the Acerbic Tongue. >>>> >>>>George ;-)) >>>> >>> >>>Hey, George, if you can't find a statue of St. Fiacre (whoever >>>he/she is) maybe you could put in statues of Our Ladies of the >>>Acerbic Tongue. I'm willing to pose if Margaret is. :) >>> >>>Lillian >>> >>Saint Fiacre is the patron saint of gardeners. Nice little monk. >> >>Send me pictures of the both of you nekkid and I will carve the statues >>from a cypress knee or two. ;-)) They would probably go good with our >>summer solstice celebration. If I mess up I can always sell the photos to >>www.hotgals.com. >> >>George > >ROTFLOL! Glad I stayed up for that one. You know, an odd thing happens with >messages from our George, at least on my email. His messages jump ahead of >others, even ahead of those I've read already with the previous mail check. >Very odd. It actually causes me to read his replies to messages coming in >new after his responses. Tell me, George, have you got a hot line to my >machine? Or shouldn't I use that terminology?:-) > >Cheryl Schaefer >schaefer @epix.net >Zone 5 in the fabulous Finger Lakes of NY > Actually I just live next door. Take off all your clothes and go to the window and wave, I'll wave back. George, grinning and picking