Stella's Social Club

[mlm Mike]

Kathy - Diva is NOT HOME and won't be home till all threat of hatching eggs is long past .. She told me to tell you this

Dive, Relax these seem to be chicks, not hatching eggs! See, No Problem.

 

[drumstick diva]

mmddh Diva said to tell you , to tell Kathy that she is not home for chicks either. But, if Kathy would like to send chocolate( candy) chicks instead, maybe Diva could be persuaded to come home, in total stealth mode of course.

 

[mlm Mike]

mmddh Diva said to tell you , to tell Kathy that she is not home for chicks either. But, if Kathy would like to send chocolate( candy) chicks instead, maybe Diva could be persuaded to come home, in total stealth mode of course.

Well, tell Diva if the post office calls and says her live chicks can be picked up, it's just code for lots and lots of chocolate, and she should hurry before the post office workers eat it all.

 

[gryeyes]

<I><*giggling*></I>
I feel like I have been here before.

"Mo-om, she's touching me! Make her stop!"
"I am not! SEE?!?"

 

[drumstick diva]

tell Kathy, Diva doesn't drive, has no car and travels only on the senior bus which does not allow animals - not even" service chicks"

 

[drumstick diva]

Linda when Diva and her siblings were young and fought in the car over who got to sit by the window - (their) father would pull over, knock kids heads together and then continue driving. Is it any wonder Diva really needs that" supportive long sleeved garment?"

 

[gryeyes]

Yah, the ol' Arm Of Dad reaching back across the front seat backs for a preliminary smack. Been there, got that.

Side of the road Corporal Punishment is another childhood memory. Probably didn't create the same interest to passersby as a cone-smacking, though.

I think it was fairly common (not saying "normal") to see family cars pulled to the side of the road with Moms in the front passenger seat determinedly rooting through purses whilst the Dads yanked various mixes of youngsters out for their turns for a smack or two. At least back when we grew up.

I still never touched my sister. Got <I>"this"</I> close plenty of times though.

 

[drumstick diva]

Ah Linda those were the days, weren't they?

 

[gryeyes]

Yup. When the Burma Shave signs were THE thing to look for, followed by white horses (I can't remember why, though). I learned to practice speed-reading on trips, because Dad had a heavy accelerator foot and I was encouraged to read billboards and other road signs aloud as we approached and passed them. Even as a kid it annoyed me to see apostrophes used incorrectly. And those stupid numbers for words. "Rose's 4 sale." Rose's what,Mommy? How come they use that four? Dad delighted in pointing out "Hysterical" markers. Oh! And being forced to eat enough fresh orchard oranges to make my mouth sore, because we couldn't transport any citrus back into California. Yah, them's were the days, all right.

 

[tbitt]

Poultry workshop at the local elevator Tuesday evening (and food co-op pickup between work and workshop).

Oh Oh... I almost forgot about this. (even thought I have the flier up on the bulletin board

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