Well, I am still at my office. Not much here ta unpack!!

As fer you not bein' INVITED...dunno whut constitutes an invitation in yer book but as I recall, both Ms Kaley-gal and I 'bout got down on our knees an' begged you to come to Pineyfest...but noooooo...you come up with all this smoke screen talk about bein' 'fraid Ms Idamarie and I had some misguided plan to do you in 'er sumpthin'!!! grin US??? Why we're so sweet, we don't need to do more'n slip a delicate fingertip in our ice tea and it becomes like pure honey!! LOL Tut Tut Tut...yer juss plain chikken!! Reminds me of one of my fav'rit songs...Mike, The Headless Chicken by Timothy P. Irvin. True story! LOL 'Cept it sorta sounds like it shoulda been a Joe Wrabek song.

At least ya believed SOMETHIN' I said!!

Oh well, I kin go home now...and git ta packin'...so yer safe for another 14 hrs or so! LOL That is, unless I get a wild hair to come back to the office this evening. I do that sometimes...and now that it only takes me a few minutes...guess you ARE in danger after all!

Hugs,
Bobbie


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