Rants, Raves and Recipes from the Edge of Sanity
That was a good one. Nice to know you enjoy happy endings too.
~blush~ darn my dirty mind, Chief.
I knew Vinnie. He got a bum rap. Yeah. Just unlucky ya know?
Well, he seems like a smart fellow and a loving son.
My dad used to call me a real fart smeller. I'm "fortunate" enough to have inherited his twisted senso dell'umorismo.
And I am fortunate enough to know you. :-D
Likewise:)I have this thought. Were we ever to meet in person, however unlikely, I would expect (deservedly) either a slap or a hug.Or maybe in that order. Either way I'm prepped.
A hug first. We'll take it from there.
Deal. Back to work. I'm out.
Vinnie is the definitive good son...
I live in Philly. Jersey tomatoes are the best in the world. Gotta get me some when the season is right.
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