I see. Not very gentlemanly, was he? I don’t know, maybe the poor bloke was short on hugs himself (though I can’t imagine Mrs. MP finding him anything less than warm and cuddly). I think you’ve made some fine comebacks, though.
A slightly different slant from Jarred’s: Consider the others — Mimi and Dennis. You couldn’t ask for finer company.
Originally, after looking at the attached pix, I was gonna say “Why no, a harpy has smaller wings.” but that might have been just Wrong. Clearly you have to retaliate…I suggest you demand a duel at dawn with brocolli jello. That’ll put the Mad One in his place.
My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.
Thomas Merton
A Prayer Attributed to St. Francis
Lord, make us instruments of your peace. Where there is hatred, let us sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, union; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Hey, I can’t find it. Did the Mad One take it back?
Personally, I’d take it as a compliment, considering the source. 😉
Kathy – Click on the Donate! on my side bar, and look in the comments. It’s at the end, in response to my hug for Luiz.
Hmph.
Jarred…Maybe. i’ll think about it.
I see. Not very gentlemanly, was he? I don’t know, maybe the poor bloke was short on hugs himself (though I can’t imagine Mrs. MP finding him anything less than warm and cuddly). I think you’ve made some fine comebacks, though.
A slightly different slant from Jarred’s: Consider the others — Mimi and Dennis. You couldn’t ask for finer company.
The folks Maddie insults all seem like fine folks to me, so klady is right. You’re in excellent company.
Originally, after looking at the attached pix, I was gonna say “Why no, a harpy has smaller wings.” but that might have been just Wrong. Clearly you have to retaliate…I suggest you demand a duel at dawn with brocolli jello. That’ll put the Mad One in his place.
I was gonna say “Why no, a harpy has smaller wings.”
Uh, I hadn’t gotten as far as the wings yet… 😉
Don’t worry, Sweets. We still love you! (and I’m sure, deep down, that CrazyAss priest does, too)
Don’t worry. That’s a cute harpie. :p
((((Luiz)))))
Yup, if I must be torn to shreds by a Harpy, she’d be a good pick,.
(((( our(my) Fluffster!))))
(((johnieb))) Your are always welcome here.
I’m sure that he meant to say that you seem like the type of person who reads Harper’s.
Obviously it was a typo. Lots of painkillers for his tooth, you know?