Well, Christy, as for Friday night, I know Margo went on about my tongue and lickin', but she just needed me to wet some of these here old-fashioned gum-backed Can-a-di-an postage stamps for a mailing she was doing.
If I hadn't seen both your grrrrrrhmmmmmms and lols, I might divulge some stuff, but since Margo let me read your archived IMs and always shares EVERYTHING with me (ah ha... you forgot it ALSO works like THAT, didn't you, RCKM ????), your innocent and naive "fill me in" went PFFFFLLLLTTT!
And lemme ask you this sweetie: How come you never ask me what SHE did to ME??? It's always what did I do to HER???
You were right on one thing Christy: Becca hasn't left us alone since yesterday, poor thing... cranky and moody and whiny (IIIIII DOANNNNNNN WANNNNNNNNNA) and clinging to me and Margo alternately, and slept right between us last night. Poor girl. I guess at that age they don't talk a lot; they just feel and respond, huh? Well, I need a drink, no matter why she acts theway she acts. God, this parenting stuff is tough.
Maybe what she needs is some FUN, I don't know. Too bad she's not old enough to go over to Sand Lake and jump off the big rockface. But maybe she's old enough to ride in the boat with Mommy and watch Daddy do it.
Speaking of Mommy... Margo, God love her, bought TWO POUNDS of Seltzer's Sweet Lebanon before we came up, and Gawdangit, ah needs a meat sammich. Hope you have a good one. I see in my inbox a missive from Marty... I'll let you know.
And speaking of Mommy, take it easy today Christy! Prayers your way from me, your good ol xo bri
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