Re: MISS MARCIA! MISS MARCIA!

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: : MISS MARCIA.....MISS MARCIA.....OOOOOO, OOOOO *doing my best impersonation of a fat Horshack*

: : So wonderful to see you back!!!  I second Dana S's comments about your
: : bringing life and humor to the board!  Glad to see you back dear!!
: : Let's do lunch!  You bring the fudge and I'll bring the apetite!!!
: : Oh, okay then.....I'll bring the fixin's for mint juleps then.

: : Truly, you were missed.  Really good to see you becoming more successful with joining us.

: : Billygnome
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: Well, y'all looky here...I found the cutest little ol' man in a pointy red hat, a-hidin' under my front porch!  

: "Hey, there, little man!  Y'all want some fuuu-uuuuuuuudge??"

: Oh, he's a shy little guy...lookit him, blushin' all rosy red, and battin' his long, black eyelashes, and stammerin', and twisting his shirt tail every which way.  Ain't he the darlingest little thing you ever saw???  I'm gonna go stir up a batch of fresh lemonade, just for him!

: "Little Man?  Oh, Little Man...don't y'all go away, y'hear?  Miss Marcia will be right back with some fresh lemonade & a platter of fuuu-uuuuuuuudge, quick as a wink."

: *hummm, la, la, la...*
: "Nuthin says lovin'
: Like somethin' from the oven,
: and Miss Marcia says it best!"

: Well...my fuu-uuudge really isn't from the oven, but still, it's just yellin' "LOVIN!" all over the place, ain't it? I'll just take this right back out to the porch...awwww...looky there!  He's peekin' out from behind the bushes now.  Maybe I'd better leave these goodies right here on the corner of the porch for him.  Well...no.  On lookin' him over, I don't believe he can REACH the corner of the porch.  I'll just set 'em down here on the very first step, and then I'll go back inside so he won't be afraid.

: "Here you go, you sweet Little Man...don't be shy.  Just step on out and help yourself...*la, la, la...*

: Come out, come out, Whoever you are...
: And drink the lemonade I put in this jar.
: The fuu-uuudge is just right, For wee folk to bite,
: I've left it down low on account of yore height!"

: Now, I'll just slip on back in the house & let the little feller enjoy his snack!

: Miss Marcia



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