No. Not until we meet and confer and vote.

Oh, my. Lynn, you need to hook up with DD. You two would be muy simpatico.

No. No, she's not. She is the definition of awesome. (What a GREAT start to my morning this has been! :laugh: )

Renai, this gobsmacked me. I know that you're smart. I know it. But, really? How could you NOT have figured out by now that I, most definitely, haven't a clue??? :wacko:

Done.

Attention: Whine alert. I am sitting here with damp hair. Because I just got out of the shower. After spending ALL DAY moving wet earth in pouring, cold rain. Because the Fjord's paddock wasn't draining and her stall was flooding. Which we knew was a problem IN THE SPRING. But SOMEONE (who has a defective Y chromosome and is SUPPOSED to be in charge of things like moving earth) kept putting it off and putting it off until the poor pony had a mess to live in. So this morning (yep, it started at feeding the ponies time), I finally flipped out and took care of it my own darned self. About four hours into it, SOMEONE was shamed into helping (which is good, because that someone is way better with the tractor than I am), but I was solely responsible for moving the earth with the shovel. Five bucket loads redistributed throughout two paddocks. I am tired, I am sore, and I AM CRANKY. Good thing it's pizza at Nana's tonight. She'll give me wine and force me to be nice. Whine over. Thank you for listening.

Dawn, Slash, and Jean: :grouphug: :grouphug: :grouphug:

As in Texas, Queen Ellie-land division, it is pouring rain here. Having delayed the inevitable far longer than is appropriate, I shall now slog out to the barn, feed the ponies, and attempt to clear the paddocks of soaked poopies. Sigh. Frozen is much easier. Both summer and winter here are fabulous; the transitions, however, can be challenging.

AWESOME! And a :party:for you, too!

Do you have any good thrift stores nearby?

:party:

I've been up since 4. Goodnight, all.

I might could be persuaded to drive 450 miles for a hangout like that. Drool.

In any event...where is that poopyhead, Matt? Doesn't he know it's time to go to the store for smoked salmon? It's STILL his fault, after all.

Umm, Slash? Did you say what I think you said? 'Cuz I think I might have just figured it out. :0

I suspect that posting "Toss back a glass of wine, curl into a fetal position, and suck my thumb" would not go over well. Think I'll just stay here.

WIN.

Oh, how embarassing. That's what I meant to say. It's very late and I am old. My apologies.

It must be the stolen chocolate!

Oh, Reese's! Swoon.

To get you chocolate,Slash, amusing I shall be. ;)

No, it's not bad. You let them live today. Congratulations, Mama. You getchocolate.

YAY!!!! We win!!! (We ninja elephants are powerful.)

A poopyheaded person, that's what.