<p>Hi momni...the biggest CC news is the phenom of the Duke thread. Other than that, mudge left and the crowd is trying to drown it's sorrows. Again.</p>
<p>Go on, SB, Alum...tell us which football player you were most smitten with. In English please!</p>
<p>IRL...Intl Rugby League?</p>
<p>In Real Life. </p>
<p>Completely overrated, IMO. IRL, if you drink like we do here in SA, you wake up with a brass quartet in your head, gremlins behind your eyes with tweezers, and a stomach that craves Dunkin Donuts. ;)</p>
<p>I confess the World Cup so far is just all one mass of black touseled curls, pony tails, spiky blond 'dos and very very white teeth.</p>
<p>Alu you forgot the thighs.</p>
<p>What about the wings? Gotta have bleu cheese with them.</p>
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SBMOM: The number of languages one speaks seems to be inversely proportional to the size of one's home country.</p>
<p>Yes, since one doesn't have to go very far to get from border A with country A to border B with country B. When I was in Luxembourg, I found that pretty much everyone spoke at least four languages - French, German, English & Luxembourgish - just from living there and attending school - and most folks in any local business were able to exchange Luxembourgish, French, Belgian and German currency without much thought.</p>
<p>Speaking of languages, greetings from Bad Gastein, Austria, where we have temporary Internet connectivity. Venice was amazing, but definitely sinking: they don't use the first floors of buildings anymore. It's much less humid here in the Alps but, well.... it's not Venice. :) See y'all in another week, have a nice glass of Austrian wine on me tonight.</p>
<p>moot, is there world cup fever everywhere?</p>
<p>Count on it. I lost my pool when the English went down today.</p>
<p>Happy Almost 4th to all of the SA barflies! It's still early...A round of banana daiquiris for the house, my treat. We're still celebrating the buggson's graduation from high school. The diploma yard sign is still on display next to the driveway as a reminder to buggson that he DID graduate, and he WILL go to college in September. The 7-foot long banner is still plastered across the garage door. </p>
<p>The giant <em>2006</em> yard sparkler goes nicely with the lawn gnome, the pink flamingo, and the Christmas lights. :) Party on!</p>
<p>P.S. My least favorite word in the English language...Pap. ::::ewwwwwww:::: It makes my teeth hurt.</p>
<p>Slugg - lucky that it's your teeth hurting. :(</p>
<p>I LOVE the image of your front lawn! My fam used to have a pink flamingo mailbox, until it got absolutely destroyed numerous times by neighbourhod twerps. </p>
<p>Does BuggSon really need the reminder? After all of that, shouldn't he be excited that he never has to see the inside of the modern torture chamber known as a high school, ever again? That college - what EmeraldKity once described as summer camp, expensive summer camp with booze and sex - is right around the corner?</p>
<p>For my 40th birthday, a long time ago, I had a party in my backyard. My parents gave me a lawn as a present (true story) so we had a cocktail party and stuck pink flamingos into the new lawn. All us sedate suburbanites were struck by the sight of an open bar, and deserted our Chardonnays for the hard stuff.</p>
<p>It was a great party.</p>
<p>Look,</p>
<p>I gotta stop falling asleep in my beer and coming in at the middle of the movie or at least I need to keep a better eye out my my girl, slugg.</p>
<p>First she all the way in the family court for a tree, now she's got this new kid named bugg. Please don't tell me this is what you've name the tree. </p>
<p>Look, if the evil neighbor has gotten you all flustered, don't make me get off of this bar stool, put down my hat (cause you know sb has been lusting after it for the longest time) and have to take these baskets off my feet and go deal with him. Then hey, with the hot flashes, hot weather and senior moments that I 've been having ya never can tell what going on inside my head.</p>
<p>Yeah, the sight of an open bar can be inspirational, especially when it is unexpected... you go to a party and amble up to the back of the line, assuming the choice will be between a blah red and a blah white and instead find they're pouring all the good stuff. This prompts a complete reassessment of the host.</p>
<p>My sister and I took a little 'girls' trip recently. There was a big private event at our hotel; we snuck in and crashed it (my sister's idea) and discovered after ordering our drinks that the "open" bar was a cash bar. Of course, we had no cash. Luckily, the bartender was sympathique and waved us off. </p>
<p>Then he invited us to skinny dip after they closed up. :eek:</p>
<p>BTW sybbie, I want your hat AND your tail feathers.</p>
<p>SBMom your cardio must be working:).</p>
<p>LOL, maybe so... </p>
<p>I wanted to throw myself on my knees in gratitude for the invitation.</p>
<p>Oh man... wow... I need to hit the sangria if y'all are coming out with these stories.</p>
<p>No stories really. SBMom we assume declined the invitation. At least that's the assumption...</p>
<p>I confess I am waiting to hear how SluggFamily celebrates the Fourth. I am thinking maybe they light cherry bombs in the hood of Evil Neighbor's car?</p>
<p>The invitation was, indeed, enough. :)</p>