OK, call me mean...but I kinda laughed at this one. Was it a cow or a bull? If it was a cow, you know- with udders...did milk come out it's nose? (My coworkers are so mad at me right now...) Did it moo on the way down?

I can't handle this...hee hee....

Hee hee...I like 24!

We have to write our own ad now because the writers are on strike... what's the ad for again???

It was worth making me smile and even though I don't speak Dutch, (or whatever they speak,) I am interested in the company. I say it was worth it!

Hmm, nope it didn't scare me at all. I loved Thumper too! Dad let me watch scary movies all the time. So I was already numb to much of what usually scared most kids.

But Dad had to take me across the street to Mr. Donut for a treat after we watched Charlotte's Web. I cried and cried. I still love spiders. Didn't care much for Wilbur though.

I had a back surgery 10 years ago. I remember vaguely they brought me to partway during the surgery to ask me to move my toes to make sure they weren't doing any damage. There was no pain, Just awareness. I know that they have to weigh you to be very sure they are giving you the perfect amount of anesthesia. I was told by my doctor that while under, you are at a perfect balance between life and death, as crazy as that sounds. Too much and you die, too little and you are awake during the procedure. It's absolutely necessary for the doctors to know all of you medical conditions and how you metabolize medicine. All factors tie in to help them determine how much to give you to operate effectively and safely.

My condolances and prayers are with all those affected. I have friends in San Diego and Ramona, one of whom had to be evacuated. I hope this clears soon. I only wish I could send you the rain that came in here this morning in PA. Stay alert and be safe. Keep us posted all!

Abestar...shame! This is a time for coming together. Put your EGO away. Step aside if you can't. i live in the country too. Not everyone does. SoCal is gorgeous and the mountains are a sight to be seen.

Love and prayers to all.

And, then she knew the truth. Master was going to sell her to Paris Hilton for the press' amusement. ET here I come!

NOW I am ready to kick Lassie's ass!

Even she had to admit she screwed up on this one...

Thank goodness for self sticking postage stamps, but the envelopes taste terrible!

Blah! If I hear "Here comes Peter Cottontail" ONE more time, I'll loose my bunny kibble right HERE!

Simon Sez thick your tonguth out-th....

While having a private moment, Cinnamon shudders to think what is REALLY in those Cadbery Cream Eggs...

Egads! Postum! How dare you! That leaves a terrible taste in my mouth and offends thee!