At least you finally got that right.Dear sweet Robin. I'm drinking enough that when I can't walk straight, I'm parking my butt in her lap and she can roll me over to my camper.. (no, not roll OVER me on the way to the camper)![]()
Frenchie I'd lock that leg up when you take it off because I might come up with a drunken scavenger hunt. Except when it's drunken you don't always remember where you hid stuff...![]()
Mischief and mayhem should be my middle names!


Now before you go getting that shocked and innocent look on your face, Heather, just remember that not only do you not respect your elders, but you have absolutely no regard for the physically challenged. Tsk, tsk. So if I were you, I'd be very careful where your toes are at all times when at the bash.



