You've probably just given her another reason. Don't try that trick with me....
Ok, that picture is freaking me out. Did I miss something?
I can't help you. I don't know her.I'm not fond of character assassination anyway.
You have a little too much time on your hands. . .
@Sheila - I give no one reason to hate me. How could you call her reasonable?@Janet - You missed me popping Chica's eye out.@Stephanie B - It's just as well. But you don't understand what character assassination is either. So you are cool. :) (Character Assasiniation is assassination by "characters.")@Descartes - I know you are but what am I?
The difference between a violin and a viola is that a viola burns longer. Victor Borge. He would have been 100 today. But he ummmm died.And, Descartes, that is where you stole that quote and disguised it as an oboe. I KNEW I would eventually run across it. :)
Not 100 today. 100 this year, I mean. Still dead. :(
Now the A on my keyboard isn't working properly either. I have to POUND it. I am going to have to stop taking cream in my coffee, I guess.
POUND me?!!! What ever do you mean? I never, ever, touched your keyboard!
I work perfectly properly, cream or no cream. Sheesh. [See? I'm even learning American.]
I loved Victor Borge. He absolutely cracked me up (and he played pretty well, too).
I was never a sharp one with math... And yes Karen Price is still on my hit list. ;)
@A. - I would never pound you or cream you either. Not sure you work that often anymore though. :)@Stephanie B - He was a favorite of mine two. I don't think he ever played a song all the way through! I like his bit where he would read from a book and make noises for punctuation. He was a Dane who made fun of the Germans at the wrong time and fled to America without speaking a word of English. I read that somewhere. Probably in the article that told me his age to begin with. And, do you remember the bit he did with the operatic soprano with the really high voice and he was playing the piano for her? - and when she hit the first high note he fell on the floor and then got up and put a seat belt on the piano bench? Har!
@Chica - You and Karen had the same bug eyes. That's why you remember her. Hey, I can't help if you won't teach me Photoshop! I thought maybe you were in jail. Haven't heard from you and you weren't blogging much. Glad to see you aren't. :)
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