LYNNE'S SOMEWHAT INVENTED LIFE.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.
Oh, Lynne, you didn't. You did? Oooo. Good luck.
LOL you love to live dangerously right LOL
You enjoy living on the edge,don't you?
I'm not speaking at your funeral.
That is not just a chair. It is a piece of art. Or maybe it is a piece of Art caught in the hinge.
I'm not sure to whether to call your purchase braverism or masochism. I'd hate our first meeting to be your funeral.
Well, I'm sure you can always use a chair like that one. Look how little space it takes up!
I just read your "chair fairy" story--I laughed out loud cuz it was so funny. Isn't it true though how we can fool them with "Oh, that? I've had that for a long time." And thanks for the nice comments on my mom's blog about my beeutiful dimples. :) I do feel angel kissed. Well, my goal is to update my blog this week. Maybe I will post about the marathon too--and discuss WHY someone would run it--when the originator of the marathon did die . . . lol
Well, that is a classic. Who could turn their nose up at that. And besides, renting them is very expensive! Now you are prepared!
I'll be on the lookout for more chairs now that I know you have a fetish for them!
Heh, heh----oh no, YOU DI-ENT!!You naughty girl, you....
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