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[font=Comic Sans MS] [/font] I'll be looking for it -- and THANKS!!gladhand wrote:Golden, just a very quick post to say Hi and look for a PM in your mailbox here from me tomorrow-you poor thing! Love, gladhand/Susie
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goldengoosecollectibles wrote:I am so sorry I was not able to participate in tonight's meeting. At 5 pm my daughter called and said she had to meet with someone (this was not a social meeting). She asked if I would watch the baby. Of course I had to say yes, but was fully intending to be part of the meeting. I had this site all set up and ready.
Then at 6:45, a friend called for emergency help with her computer. For the next two hours I juggled dealing with an active two-year old, feeding him and trying to decipher his babbling (he doesn't talk yet), while I was helping this friend, who has been on the computer for five years and is still totally cyber-illiterate. By the time my daughter returned it was nearly 9:00 p.m., and that's when the SH** really hit the fan - or rather, the floor:
Just as I put dinner on the table, my little dog decided to take a nice big poop, starting in the living room and continuing in a straight line into the entire length of the dining room. Unfortunately, right behind her was my grandson, wheeling his push car right through every piece of poop, and then stepping on what had been wheeled through! I had just answered the phone from my friend's sixth call when my daughter saw the poop, saw her son's feet covered in it, started screaming and gagging from the smell and began to run to the sink to heave. (She stopped herself just in time!). It took forever to clean up the mess, gather up the courage to go back to eating dinner, and she didn't even leave with the baby until 11:30 pm.
I hope you will understand why I was unable to be here!!! And now it's so late that I wanted to post this before reading anything that was said here tonight.
So I apologize, and offer my support for the titanic efforts so many people have been putting into our cause.
Please know also that I will be out of the country when the Boycott goes into effect on May 1st (though I myself have been boycotting completely since Feb. 17th and will continue forever). So I probably will not be posting, but will try to do my part by talking to as many people as I can for the three weeks I'll be incommunicado.
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