Barbara,

>It's your 16th wedding anniversary and you were hanging out on UT? Making jokes about another woman's clothes (or lack thereof)? Now what was your wife's email.........

*LOL*

When I was around 6 I was standing just inside the back door of our home in Tustin, California. Dad was without a shirt, having been working in the back yard. I was standing in front of him, head down, holding a marble while he bawled me out for something I had just done. After a minute or two he asked me if I had heard him.

"Yes."

"Well, what are you thinking about?" (Obviously digging to see if what he had just said had sunk in.)

"I was wondering if this marble would fit in your bellybutton."

Dad left the room for some reason. <g> Naturally, I found out later in life that he didn't want to have me see him collapse in a fit of laughter.

Anyway, I can see I'm in trouble here and I was wondering..... <g>


Oh.. My wife's email is &%#%@ %$**#

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>No guitar, no surf board, no beach ball. The original 'gig' was a WWF referee job, and I'm sticking to it (If Jesse Whatsis can be elected governor of MN I can become a WWF referee).
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>Barbara
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>>Barbara,
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>>*chuckle*
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>>Well, I can see I'm a dead man... <g> Would it help to tell you that yesterday was my 16th wedding anniversary? Just chalk it up to me feeling extra amorous. *lol*
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>>As far as the "big hair" stuff goes... I suppose it would be ok as long as you sang, played the guitar , rode a surf board and tossed a beach ball around.
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>>I might as well sink my own ship while I'm here...... <g>
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>>Best,
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>>DD