(yeah .. my ears are still ringing from the door slam ...;)
(she fergot it disturbs my kryptonite levels.)
I am SO dead come morning.........
(me 2 .. we need to swig down extra geritol in the next 8 hrs.)
Fascinating, the things yew said behind my sleeping back..:(
Yer wurdz hurt, man galz... *LadyX pauses for a very quiet sob..* ..
and to my mind comes part of an old song:
"Please don't talk about me when I'm gone,
Oh, honey,
Though our friendship ceases from now on,
And listen,
If you can't say anything that's nice,
It's better not to talk at all,
Is my advice,"
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Speaking of advice prompted the memory of an old mysterious vegetable compound, its ads bringing blushs to young gurlz and wimmin of yesteryear -- perhaps you two would benefit from use of it, 'stead of geritol??
The Famous Mrs. Pinkham's Cure:
Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound
You two, too, could look like her!!
Two too? tutu?? --
'kay -- yew two could look like this!! 
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Come to think of it,
Hey, Cowboy -- these two
Lydia Pinkham's Compound,
(Didya ever have to buy it for yore Mama?)
and perhaps it couldn't hurt!! in yore regimen --
LOLOLOL...
(old inside joke)
Sometimes laughter *is* the best medicine..:))