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Glad to see you're back, BlackPearl.
Meanwhile, I would probably go with Bea Arthur for Mrs. Schumacher. And, maybe, Gheorge Muresan for my brother.
I'd have to think about the rest of the cast.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 13, 2006 at 2:19 PM
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Don't be so sure of that, Joleen.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 13, 2006 at 2:16 PM
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SEE my two previous responses (to Corbin and Lensman), fourcats.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 13, 2006 at 2:15 PM
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SEE my previous response to Lensman, Corbin.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 13, 2006 at 2:13 PM
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That, also, remains to be seen, brettnik.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 13, 2006 at 2:12 PM
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Remains to be seen, Lensman.
(I refuse to be lured into making any gnome puns).
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 13, 2006 at 2:11 PM
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That was good advice, FionaJean ...
didn't quite work, though.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 13, 2006 at 2:09 PM
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Mademoiselle,
I'm telling you, sitcom material. Now my thoughts move onto who would play you, your mother, your brother, your brother's girlfriend, and your deceased neighbor. Next, I'll have to think of a name for the show. :)
posted by
BlackPearl1
on May 13, 2006 at 9:16 AM
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your wild night involved a gnome?
i'd like a little of what your takin' ;o
posted by
joleen
on May 13, 2006 at 5:44 AM
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we're with you, mad, gnome matter what happens.
posted by
fourcats
on May 12, 2006 at 11:15 PM
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No matter what your Mother says......
always remember..........
There's "gnome place like gnome"............
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on May 12, 2006 at 9:29 PM
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Did the gnome make it home?
posted by
brettnik
on May 12, 2006 at 7:23 PM
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Mademoiselle
I don't know what you may be undergoing at the hands of your mother as I type this, but I hope it has a happy ending. Gnome sayin' ?
posted by
Lensman
on May 12, 2006 at 3:54 PM
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P.S.
She who hides or runs away, lives to blog another day.
posted by
fionajean
on May 12, 2006 at 3:20 PM
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SHould we dial 911, call out the
national guard and send in SWAT? Do you think that'd help. Best advice, hide but come back later, I want to know about the gnome.
posted by
fionajean
on May 12, 2006 at 3:18 PM
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Uh oh. My mother's home ...
Okay! I'll be back later.
Hopefully.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 12, 2006 at 3:13 PM
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Remains to be seen, Whacky.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 12, 2006 at 3:07 PM
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Wherever would you get that idea, Ann?
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 12, 2006 at 3:06 PM
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Curiously enough, Lensman, my mother's still not home yet.
Maybe she's
abandoned me. Though the timing would be rather odd.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 12, 2006 at 3:05 PM
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So will a gnome be joining you under the bed?
posted by
Whacky
on May 12, 2006 at 2:20 PM
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Don't tell us someone with night vision binoculars watched you.
Congrats for winning in the Guess blog. The double toast is here.
(A)
posted by
A-and-B
on May 12, 2006 at 1:55 PM
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Mademoiselle
Cracking my knuckles here, getting ready for another entertaining tale :-) Remember, keep a crucifix handy, not so much for Mrs. M's ghost, but for when your mom gets home.
"I love you, moth...click" would look kind of cool on a headstone...
posted by
Lensman
on May 12, 2006 at 1:37 PM
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It's very difficult to resist temptation, Burly.
and forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest.
P.S. They call me Katia.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 12, 2006 at 12:15 PM
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Madamoseille
A PS.. Does your family and friends call you "Katja?"
posted by
Burly
on May 12, 2006 at 12:09 PM
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When I was a kid..
It was during World War II. We used to raid victory gardens. What a terrible thing to do, you say, but we were kids. People grew their own vegetables because food was scarce and rationed. Some gardens were very simple.. some tomatos, some cucumbers, onions..we left them alone. But some people really laid it all out.. melons and corn and tomatos and some things we weren't sure what they were and we'd jump the fence, make off with whatever we could carry and sit in the alley and eat it! A ripe tomato never tasted so good!!
posted by
Burly
on May 12, 2006 at 12:07 PM
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Oh, and thanks for the offer ...
but I'm not sure if they have any of those types of stores in my area.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 12, 2006 at 12:06 PM
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I assume she read about it here, Cesium ...
(or on my other site).
That's the downside of living one's life in the public eye.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 12, 2006 at 12:04 PM
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So who ratted you out?
I'll buy you a gift card so you can purchase some Camo, BDUs and other Special Forces gear so the neighbors will think it's just a government covert op.
posted by
AlienInsomniac
on May 12, 2006 at 11:57 AM
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That's good to know, fourcats ...
I so hate putting things off, but there's really no other way.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 12, 2006 at 10:49 AM
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i'll be waiting......
posted by
fourcats
on May 12, 2006 at 10:40 AM
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Actually, if you read carefully, Factor ...
You will note that I admit to
no wrongdoing (either here or in the previous post).
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 12, 2006 at 10:08 AM
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Uh huh.
Young lady, you know stealing IS wrong. At least it was not a federal offense. Not that I would have kept any federal property myself, mind you, but I may have been aware of the whereabouts of one of those large orange traffic pilons with the flashing lights on top. Y'know back in the early eighties, there was no switch to turn them off.
posted by
FactorFiction
on May 12, 2006 at 10:06 AM
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And I suspect my mother's wrath is more dreadful than most, Sassy ...
Hopefully, she'll be lenient ... what with the holiday coming up, and all.
posted by
Mademoiselle
on May 12, 2006 at 9:35 AM
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The dreadful wrath of Mother
There is no judge or jury that can try us like a mother when they are angry. Good luck!
posted by
Sherri_G
on May 12, 2006 at 9:29 AM
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