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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 | link to this | reply

Don't be so sure of that, Joleen.

posted by Mademoiselle on May 13, 2006 at 2:16 PM | link to this | reply

SEE my two previous responses (to Corbin and Lensman), fourcats.

posted by Mademoiselle on May 13, 2006 at 2:15 PM | link to this | reply

SEE my previous response to Lensman, Corbin.

posted by Mademoiselle on May 13, 2006 at 2:13 PM | link to this | reply

That, also, remains to be seen, brettnik.

posted by Mademoiselle on May 13, 2006 at 2:12 PM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

That was good advice, FionaJean ...

didn't quite work, though.

posted by Mademoiselle on May 13, 2006 at 2:09 PM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

we're with you, mad, gnome matter what happens.

posted by fourcats on May 12, 2006 at 11:15 PM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

Did the gnome make it home?

posted by brettnik on May 12, 2006 at 7:23 PM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

P.S.
She who hides or runs away, lives to blog another day.

posted by fionajean on May 12, 2006 at 3:20 PM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

Uh oh. My mother's home ...

Okay!  I'll be back later.

Hopefully.

posted by Mademoiselle on May 12, 2006 at 3:13 PM | link to this | reply

Remains to be seen, Whacky.

posted by Mademoiselle on May 12, 2006 at 3:07 PM | link to this | reply

Wherever would you get that idea, Ann?

posted by Mademoiselle on May 12, 2006 at 3:06 PM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

So will a gnome be joining you under the bed?


posted by Whacky on May 12, 2006 at 2:20 PM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

Madamoseille
A PS.. Does your family and friends call you "Katja?"

posted by Burly on May 12, 2006 at 12:09 PM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

i'll be waiting......

posted by fourcats on May 12, 2006 at 10:40 AM | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply

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 | link to this | reply