Comments:

Bluey - 2009-03-17 01:20:24
What a wonderful update, Mme. Fifi! I like pressed glass, too - whether old or reproduction. I used to collect Canadian goblets from the 19th century. They're rather rare simply because the market was smaller here so they made few. I love looking for straw marks! Hmm..You have such a wonderful, interesting life. I wish I had as many neat parties and as observant a mind as you do. I would never equate a rumbling duct system to thunder! Bravo! I also CANNOT emulate you in doing as a six year-old ought. Not possible. I am a creature of the night. Take care and do get some rest! :)
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swimmmy - 2009-03-17 04:07:21
"...was going to do that thingy that Swimmmy had up..." Oh, if that statement was always made so innocently! Yepper, I'd deffo be in less trouble than usual! Fifi, you made me laugh, as usual! :)
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Anna - 2009-03-17 10:37:25
Mwah mwah xx
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Anna - 2009-03-17 10:38:43
Just had to come back and tell you that the code I had to type was 'low-interest lungs'. Low-interest lungs??? Zut alors!
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Fifi - 2009-03-17 10:46:38
Oh, I do love the sound of that! Low-interest lungs indeed... XO!
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Ana - 2009-03-17 12:06:43
Many XOs to you as well, dear Fifi! I find that rule about six-year-olds brilliant. I'm going to try it.
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Poolie - 2009-03-17 13:51:15
My lungs were low-interest last week. Earning bigger dividends now. Thanks for the laugh!
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Anna - 2009-03-17 16:44:09
Just seen your comment at Bluey's about feeling like an eye-rolling, high-stepping horse. You are a magician of the metaphor, dear Fifi. Let me take you gently by the bridle, stroke your neck and lead you to a sweet-smelling stable where you can munch contentedly on some fresh hay and let the other buggers run about. xoxox
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