tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post6879257595437744075..comments2024-01-24T01:27:11.111-05:00Comments on Café Muscato: All the Morning Glories or the Fez!Muscatohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-26036254399980428572015-06-04T09:02:28.639-04:002015-06-04T09:02:28.639-04:00Story of our lives, isn't it?Story of our lives, isn't it?Muscatohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04657061324487851341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-47740108987363238102015-06-03T12:36:34.263-04:002015-06-03T12:36:34.263-04:00Snicker and weep, snicker and weep...Snicker and weep, snicker and weep...Thombeauhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14610129742797260253noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-86449189331574508802015-06-02T18:42:04.965-04:002015-06-02T18:42:04.965-04:00Sympathies on your return to GH, indeed. Having g...Sympathies on your return to GH, indeed. Having gone through a similar form of enforced dieting recently, I'd like to suggest, purely as a temporary measure, a couple of pairs of suspenders with strong snap-grips against any insecurity.Piet Bnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-17078972105315506402015-06-02T14:02:21.875-04:002015-06-02T14:02:21.875-04:00While
And she was drifting through the backyard
A...While <br /><i>And she was drifting through the backyard<br />And she was taking off her dress<br />And she was moving very slowly, rising up above the earth<br />Moving into the universe, and she's drifting this way and that<br />Not touching the ground at all, and she's up above the yard.</i><br />is one of my favorite David Byrne lyric passages, it sounds as if<br /><i>This ain't no party<br />this ain't no disco<br />this ain't no fooling around.</i><br />might be more apt for a return to Golden Handcuffs.<br /><br />I do hope it went well, dear heart. I trust the well-meaning huggers were kept at a rather stiff and guarded arm's length.Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01851297819829806798noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-27132929512718768602015-06-02T03:04:32.135-04:002015-06-02T03:04:32.135-04:00"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us s...<i>"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it"</i>. - Russell Baker<br /><br />Hope going back to work in your baggy suit doesn't cause too much angst, dear. Good luck! (Let's hope <b>your</b> cue cards are all in place... JxJonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15501010362663971583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218985326921858943.post-62714635482095748282015-06-01T20:56:14.735-04:002015-06-01T20:56:14.735-04:00Darling - best of luck to you for tomorrow...tell ...Darling - best of luck to you for tomorrow...tell the well-meaning huggers that your ribs are still sore. It is probably the truth anyway. Perhaps this will give you some cheer: We had a very pompous soprano called June at Georgia Tech. She was not best pleased when the choir master chose "June Is Bustin' Out All Over" for our spring concert in front of 5,000 people...O! The japes that did follow...Bless!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09196557269426334592noreply@blogger.com