*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[Spookwriter]

FIVE sisters? And you're the only boy?
Someone really hated you...

And I bet that was really hard...wearing their hand-me-downs
to school and such.

 

[Yessur Ebob]

FIVE sisters? And you're the only boy?
Someone really hated you...

And I bet that was really hard...wearing their hand-me-downs
to school and such.

I have one brother...born 13 years after me.

Hand-me-down clothes was the least of my concerns.

 

[Bunnylady]

13 years younger is no help at all.

But I tremble to think of the terrors inflicted on you, if you can speak of hand-me-downs with such sang-froid. I wore my older brother's hand-me-downs, but fortunately was out of the house before my younger brother outgrew me.

 

[JD4570]

Of course not. JD was flirting and you were merely tolerating him, of course.

Now about these brownies...

Ebob, for the record I was merely offering to do some motor work for the Queen. You know the Queen has to have her motor running don't you?

Oh to set you straight on something else, I'm a Crown Prince. People don't tolerate me, I tolerate them. . . . .except the Queen. She has my utmost respect.

 

[Bunnylady]

Absolutely. To preserve good relations between the kingdoms, it is JD's duty to keep the Queen's motor "purring like a fuel-injected kitten."

What's the problem with that?

 

[sourland]

I have found----no, no, no.

 

[Bunnylady]

Sour's governor seems to be working fine!

 

[sourland]

I sometimes amaze myself with my self control.

There is so much that I wish to say. How to phrase it is the problem. Discretion is, indeed, the better part of valor.

 

[Bunnylady]

I think of it as a "word jam." Sometimes, having to sort it out gives me time to reflect, and on reflection, I choose to say nothing. It may be the thought that counts, but you don't get points for thinking.

 

[sourland]

But, I so wish to 'share'.