Well, I tried steaming my lips open and now they are all swole-up like two innertubez and the docs are telling me that I will need skin grafts. (I wonder whar they gonna take the patch 'o hide from ) Such a shame because I always like to be prepared in case I should come upon a sleeping beauty on the way to the lottie.
Good heavens, an I recommended it.I guess you got too close to the kettle that time. Bet you burnt the envelope too. Ha ha so you after a sleeping beauty? Try nite shift. LOL
You can say that again,B--Waaaaaaaaaaaaay too close. I shall have to find a large-brimmed hat to keep the sun off my lips as I work in the sun. ...and as for Sleeping Beauty--well, I shall be able to give her a lil peck from 20 yards away! OUCH!
Hmmmm ..... Sleeping Beauty, a peck from 20yards away and you are the King Of The Hill ... so not the young prince eh!! :idea: errr.... mid 30's :?:
What a great thread! Not to divert you from this new silliness (which I am totally enjoying, BTW, so please carry on) but the display of tools was quite fascinating! A scratcher, huh? I always called it "that little forky thing" so now I am enlightened. I have a male tiller attachment (AKA a husband) and 3 "furry diggers" (AKA dogs). Do those count?