The haggard old bag has arrived. I tried ignoring the doorbell; I tried pushing her back out. H*ll, I even thought about moving so she couldn't find me. Alas. For all her shortcomings, AF has a bloody brilliant sense of direction; she found me. She waltzed in very late last night, crotchety as can be, and threw her stinky, smelly, tattered, old carpet bag on my floor. Just in time to ruin my weekend too. Nice.
BFN it is. Mel, I think I need a double at your virtual bar. Oh, h*ll with it. Just pass the bottle. And the tissues.
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I am sorry the witch has found you Gil.
Try and have a good weekend.
And hey do you mind sharing the bottle ?
Take care
I'm sorry, crap....
CRAP, CRAP, CRAP...that is NOT the ticker I wanted to see!!!!!
Sorry, Gil. Sending you the biggest of hugs.
peace
shlomit
I'm very sorry AF arrived...
Ugh, I'm so sorry.
I am so sorry.
No fair! She's NOT suppose to be there! That witch has terrible timing. Crap! So sorry Gil. I'm chilling a bottle of my favorite red wine just for you.
Oh I'm so sorry. Doesn't the hag have a Gingerbread House to get to?
Wishing you peace.
x
I'm soo sorry. (hugs)
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