Not that anyone has inquired,but I spent my fourt of July Weekdays with JAMES TAYLOR,in his local haunts---LUSHBAG,you should have told me that Tanglewood was so SPECTACULAR!!!There were lots of people there from New York and Boston----where were you?????I could really elaborate,but I am not sure of the love you all have for James----my friend had a digital camera,and the granny and granny ushers{"friends" of the Boston Symphony Orchestra}was continually chased by them{no photography allowed}.Anyway,at the last encore{there were three} some people started leaving,so we rushed to the stage and got some fab photos----I will send them to any cows who beg---I KNOW the Kiwonk will want to see them.Tanglewood was gorgeous,JAMES is SEXY and awesome,the Berkshires are dreamlike,I drove the Turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston---If you don't understand the implications,you are no friend of Sweet Baby James,just plain FAT COWS with no taste----AHHHH,It's good to be back here where the pastures are full of cantankerous-ness.It's good to be home-----My maid did all the laundry from the six kids,so it wasn't so bad to return to the chaos-----WELL ,ENOUGH ABOUT MY LIFE OF DESIROUS JOY----HOW GOES THE PASTURE????????????I MISS KIWI---I KNOW SHE LIKES JAMES.

with envy, Bagzie. I want photos, so I can be depressed with my in comparison boring hum drum life.

I had a horrible, horrible 4th of July holiday. I won't elaborate, but just let me say it was the worst of the worst. Excuse me while I try to recover. I may be pretty for awhile. If you can't stand me, just scroll thru my posts.

I got a lovely postcard from sweet Kiwi.

A bad holiday? You poor darling. We, of course, totally support you and will not mind any you send our way. You are allowed to be . We love you.
I've been busy, busy, busy. Tenants moved and I can not seem to find cleaning people who do not require firing by 10AM. My kids are having a ball going there and playing with the kids in the neighborhood. Driving me nuts.
Dd has made it on to the AllStar Cheerleading Squad. That means the END of football games for me. Hooray. I pray neither of my boys takes an interest in that borefest.
Wabby, hope things look brighter or at least that this turns out to be a weight loss opportunity for you. XXOO

Wabby darling,please feel free to share all of your feelings about the fourth! you know we all care about you and it seems you are rarely sad===so that is TERRIBLE!I can only guess that this involves kids cause it seems that they have the power to make us the saddest and the maddest! anyway darling,I had two Margies tonite in your honour,so go and have one yourself!I got one margie for free cause the speaker fell off the wall and nearly hit us---that could have been quite deadly!!!!!
The rest of you cows are in trouble for not commenting on my JAMES extravaganza----Wabby is the best and that is THAT!!!

We hardly think the problem was with us. That Lush Devil Woman has no sense of humor and is quite demanding in an unsensitive way. We can not speak freely as we have retained an attorney and have filed a grieveance with the Unfair Labor Committee.

However, we think we like the Wabby Woman very much and hope her period has lessened.

We are too young to know who James Taylor is. A wrestler we think.

By the way, we watched a movie with our guys tonight and have broken a code:

Shooting = good movie
More than two groups of adversaries = good plot
Hero gets shot in the chest ten times but keeps walking around and shooting others = good acting.

We wouldn't work for that woman for $1 million American.

Great skill has enabled me to crack the code of the happy helper,and I name her-----BIG COWPEACH!!!!You gave yourself away with the JAMES TAYLOR DIG!!! I happen to know that you watch the WWF!!!!

You, Bagz, are just too distrustful. Lush will know it was not I who pretended to her cleaning crew.

Herbie and I went to a wedding tonight. It was wonderful.

DS is in Toto-land. I miss him. I can't call him. He doesn't get time to call me.

Etc. Bore.

You mean that other Florida?

Poor Wabby! I don't think we've ever seen you so before, darling. Was it really so awful?

I did 25 on the exerbike AND weights. We are decluttering the entire house so my parents won't kow what slobs we are when they come to visit. We have 13 bottle openers. Anyone want one?
I have no idea what James Taylor looks like but he sings ok, right?

I am tan and relaxed to boot!

Sorry to hear about your bad 4th of July, Wabby. Rant all you want, sweetie pie. Glad you got my postcard.

Bagzie, send out those Sweet Baby James pics pronto! I am suitably jealous!

More later. Little hint: DD had a summer romance.

Kiwi

P.S. Silly Sugar--Totoland is next door to the Land of Oz!

Some ridiculous casino ad keeps popping up and EVERY time I click it away, my computer almost crashes. I'm reporting this to the authorities.

Kiwonk! You're back! Isn't it amazing what a tan can do for your figure? A summer romance, eh? Is it luuuuuuuv? That's so sweet. Time to start worrying about your grown-up dd.

Boring and rainy here. We had chicken fricassee (major spelling problem here) for dinner. After dinner MIL phones and says "Guess what?, I'm making chicken fricassee for you guys and bringing it over tomorrow - just so you're prepared." Oh yum, I love eating the same meal three days in a row.

Peachy's ds should watch out for those winged monkeys.

You know how when some person on one of the many lists you're on says "Hey, we're going to be passing through (insert country where you happen to live) this summer. Anyone we can visit?" and you say (not really meaning it) "Hey, we live only 3 hours away from your destination but feel free to drop in any time." And then they take you up on it? Perfect strangers may be coming to visit us. They speak Esperanto to their kid. Should be fun.

How frightening.

Oh, by the way, I'm going to be in your hemisphere, can I drop by?

Gotta go cook somepin. This'll make you laugh--DD and her friend met a bunch of kids who were in the cottage next door at the beach and she has this big crush on one of them. He seemed to like her too. So, on the way home I asked her if she was going to write to him. No, she didn't get his address! And apparently he didn't get hers. Clueless young love. She doesn't even know his last name "for sure". oh well.

Kiwi