Cut to theme of The Twilight Zone once again... because Mr. Wonderful has made the same statement more times than I care to remember.
Karen, I'll be back on tomorrow morning (it's my early day at work) and will ponder your post on your own thread there after a good night's sleep. (I have to go make my bed now because D7 accidentally peed in it this morning...)
I phoned Mr. W. from my cell on my way to my hair appt tonight. He asked where I was, and I told him I'd just gone to get weighed. I told him I'm now down another pound--for a total of 14. He cheerfully commented, "I looked at you from behind and thought you are looking pretty thin... I mean good." Note to me: Why doesn't he seem to want to jump my bones? Maybe Mr. Winky won't cooperate when depressed?
Second note to me: I don't think I remember what a Mr. Winky looks like...
So I came waltzing in the door tonight, sporting my updated red do, which was all trimmed and looking sporty for Easter and my upcoming trip to Seattle and he doesn't even have a comment. Damn, I think he might be gay now.
Anyway, Berto, I'm heading your way. Karen and LNL, I'll check back with you tomorrow morning!
Hugs to all,
Bets
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
Note to me: Why doesn't he seem to want to jump my bones? Maybe Mr. Winky won't cooperate when depressed? 
