Bonne Fête Camille ! I know you won't be drinking alone but with dear Nicole and Jacques and your own loving family. Cheers to all - laugh and dance. XXXXXX Lullu
In case you want to know, CAmille is celebrating the 20th anniversary of the day she lost of first wisdom tooth. And NO she won't be drinking alone. And the weather is fine thankyou. And all animals are well. And yes she does drink both Vodka and Kendall-Jackson Sauvignon Blanc.
Thank you, thank you. In case you want to know about the lead-up to my birthday, here it is:
I told you yesterday that a crew was in the house doing a fall cleaning. Again, oh my Gawd. Five of them. All carpets thoroughly shampooed, closets emptied and cleaned and organized, kitchen shelves washed down, papered and organized, windows and screens washed. They were here for 11 hours. That's a total of 55 hours. Nikki, Minerva even threw away old cereal boxes and made a place in the cupboard for them. My vodka and olives are neatly placed on a little tray. And on and on. Finally, they left. One of the cats not in the house. After 1/2 hour, we found her in the back garden. By now, Paul is thoroughly intoxicated, ready to go to bed. No Louise. The gate next to the garage is wide open. I hear shrieks of "Goddamn" from the garden. So we begin, me driving, up and down the streets. Paul is holding his heart and beginning to cry. "She's gone, she's gone." I reassure him. Finally he asked me to drive home. There she was, the little shit, streaking across the front lawn to the door. I opened the car door and in she hopped. Paul clasped her to his breast, sobbing uncontrollably. Now to get her out of the car without another escape. She's an artist, oh yes. He put his fingers under her collar and backed out, almost landing on the pavement. Louise hung by the collar until I could get around the car and rescue her from strangulation. Front door locked, both side gates would not open. By now it's midnight. What to do? Somehow Paul got in the house and let me in, all creatures captured and in their proper places. Happy birthday to me.
Sisser, Momma, Cam, Camille
P.S. Lovely early morning call from Miko. He's a good boy.
Lulu,we have not met. But I so much hope that we will in the future. I adore your brother. Thank you for your best wishes. Yes, laugh and dance. Wouldn't it be wonderful if J's family and our own little tiny enclave could get together. I absolutely loved Yvette. We would be such good friends if proximity were possible.
Camille for president ! 4 more years of a republican regime in Washington..with a return to middle ages for Iran. Camille will do so for us all and humanity, also consolidating Joe's daily 12pack and a good smoke.
Moe: Are you for real? Really, I'm an independent, looking for the best solution. Hillary? Oh gawd, but guess I'll have to accept her if she wins. I've been looking forward to a woman president, but not this one, who carries so much baggage.
You have to admit that this is an exciting serial, if you're an American.
I could possibly run for President, if I had any idea what I was doing, and if I hadn't engaged in a tax scheme so long ago. Woo-hoo, I remember an apolytic rainstorm as I was driving away. Camille, what have you done? Fortunately, I didn't have the nerve. Oh well, let's see what the elections bring us.
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Bonne Fête Camille ! I know you won't be drinking alone but with dear Nicole and Jacques and your own loving family. Cheers to all - laugh and dance.
XXXXXX Lullu
In case you want to know, CAmille is celebrating the 20th anniversary of the day she lost of first wisdom tooth. And NO she won't be drinking alone. And the weather is fine thankyou. And all animals are well. And yes she does drink both Vodka and Kendall-Jackson Sauvignon Blanc.
Thank you, thank you. In case you want to know about the lead-up to my birthday, here it is:
I told you yesterday that a crew was in the house doing a fall cleaning. Again, oh my Gawd. Five of them. All carpets thoroughly shampooed, closets emptied and cleaned and organized, kitchen shelves washed down, papered and organized, windows and screens washed. They were here for 11 hours. That's a total of 55 hours. Nikki, Minerva even threw away old cereal boxes and made a place in the cupboard for them. My vodka and olives are neatly placed on a little tray. And on and on. Finally, they left. One of the cats not in the house. After 1/2 hour, we found her in the back garden. By now, Paul is thoroughly intoxicated, ready to go to bed. No Louise. The gate next to the garage is wide open. I hear shrieks of "Goddamn" from the garden. So we begin, me driving, up and down the streets. Paul is holding his heart and beginning to cry. "She's gone, she's gone." I reassure him. Finally he asked me to drive home. There she was, the little shit, streaking across the front lawn to the door. I opened the car door and in she hopped. Paul clasped her to his breast, sobbing uncontrollably. Now to get her out of the car without another escape. She's an artist, oh yes. He put his fingers under her collar and backed out, almost landing on the pavement. Louise hung by the collar until I could get around the car and rescue her from strangulation. Front door locked, both side gates would not open. By now it's midnight. What to do? Somehow Paul got in the house and let me in, all creatures captured and in their proper places. Happy birthday to me.
Sisser, Momma, Cam, Camille
P.S. Lovely early morning call from Miko. He's a good boy.
Lulu,we have not met. But I so much hope that we will in the future. I adore your brother. Thank you for your best wishes. Yes, laugh and dance. Wouldn't it be wonderful if J's family and our own little tiny enclave could get together. I absolutely loved Yvette. We would be such good friends if proximity were possible.
Thank you again.
Happy Belated Birthday Camille!
Great story about wild animals and cage cleaning. Vodka should always be kept on a tray: très bonne et très joyeuse.
By now you are probably nursing a hangover or in deep cakewalk mode. Less chairs, more cheers! Hooray!
Camille for president !
4 more years of a republican regime in Washington..with a return to middle ages for Iran.
Camille will do so for us all and humanity, also consolidating Joe's daily 12pack and a good smoke.
Moe: Are you for real? Really, I'm an independent, looking for the best solution. Hillary? Oh gawd, but guess I'll have to accept her if she wins. I've been looking forward to a woman president, but not this one, who carries so much baggage.
You have to admit that this is an exciting serial, if you're an American.
I could possibly run for President, if I had any idea what I was doing, and if I hadn't engaged in a tax scheme so long ago. Woo-hoo, I remember an apolytic rainstorm as I was driving away. Camille, what have you done? Fortunately, I didn't have the nerve. Oh well, let's see what the elections bring us.
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