Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Dear MrsElderP, Oh, my, thank you so much, dear! And may I just say that you took Miss Litter back to her formative years in northern Michigan with that quaint "youse guys." If you had only offered to serve me smelt and/or french fries with gravy, my trip down Memory Lane would have been complete. Midwesternly yours, Miss Litter
Originally Posted By FiveBearRugs Ugh...gravy... *helps himself to a few beers in Litter's refrigerator* Oh and honey-britches, I don't do that boxed wine...you need to stock up on the Dom and Cristal like the ever-elegant Lisa over there...
Originally Posted By Autopia Deb Dear Lisa and Litter. As an Evil Leader I find it necessary to repress all emotion that doesn't involve evil laughing (usually at the expense of others) and the angry tossing of minions and enemies into liquid hot magma or pools of hungry sharks. Here's my problem; I find myself missing your sage advice. I'm pretty sure this is not condoned behaviour under the Evil Genious by-laws. Help an Evil Sista out (or into the magma you go, bwaaa haaa haaa).
Originally Posted By Lisann22 EvilDeb, Evil thrives on Evil, so this is just a natural inclination for you to have. The only thing slightly out of balance is your thinking that sage advice actually comes from both of us. I've had to carry Pixie for so long now I forget I'm even carrying this 100lb weight on my shoulders. The Evil in me must break this news to you. BAWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Originally Posted By Autopia Deb Well that's a relief! I miss basking in the warmth of other evil doers. That explains it, I've been in an evil vaccuum. I wasn't craving Litter's advice, I was actually needing to crush her goodness like a grape in a wine press. Bwaaaa haaa haaaa haaaa!
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Dearest Darlingest Debsie, Oh, my dear, my dear, Miss Litter is so proud of you for finally prying open your supposedly hardened heart and admitting that you miss me. I'm sure that all that silly evil nonsense is simply an attempt to overcompensate because your mother took your blanket and/or pacifier away from you before you were ready to give them up. (But really, dear, having seen the photos of you getting on the school bus with "Boo Boo Binkie," as you so adorably called your pacifier, in your mouth, I fear I must agree with Autopia Mommsy's decision). Anyway, it is wonderful to see you taking this first tiny step toward normal human interaction. Keep away from Lisann, dear, unless you want to regress and have to rule your little imaginary evil kingdom with blankie in hand. Encouragingly yours, Miss Litter
Originally Posted By bubsmom I thought it best that I intervene here to assist in bringing you two lovely ladies back into the fold of “BFF”. It is so obvious to us all that you two care and love one another, but at times finds the good vs. evil mixture too difficult to maintain. Although, I must admit I do enjoy watching the banter between the dynamic duo and the self professed, Evil Deb!! ( bwaaa..hahhhh…haaaaaaaaaaaa…..!!!) So, let us fellow LP’s draw you back and engage you in something that I truly need you’re prolific assistance in…advice! Dearest, P *Glitter* & L; I have a dilemma that I require you’re profound advice. This winter has been a harsh one here in California; temperatures plummeting to 48 degrees at times- the sun has been out most of the winter and it’s encouraged an absolute overgrowth of the lawn in my backyard. While my charming son has been so busy this winter with his schedule of marathon gaming on Play Station; (he’s attempting to enter Guinness Book with this talent) he’s not had the time to cut the grass. Having said this; I sent my son out back this morning to finally tame the jungle back there and I’ve not found him for several hours now. I know he’s out there as I hear the loud whining of the lawn mower and see large patches of freshly cut paths…although I must admit; the whining could be him…I just can’t be certain. Should I call in for a search party, which would be very costly and add to the carbon footprint I’m trying to lesson, or go with the goat rental I found in the Yellow pages to ensure my “going green” will help the environment. Oh..I’m sorry, I mean… Golly gosh…Help me find my son!!!
Originally Posted By bubsmom Oh my goodness..in all my worry and wonder, I was remiss in signing my name.. Signed; Concerned 2B Green~
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Dear Concerned 2B Green, First of all, may I just say how delightful it is to see your lovely presence gracing these hallowed boards again? And now onto the dilemma at hand. As you know, dear, Miss Litter is a firm believer in strict but kind child rearing practices. I suggest that you call the young man in from his lawn mowing just long enough for a quick water break and to hang a hammock for you between two trees in the back yard. Make sure he hangs it high enough to give you a suitable vantage point so as to assess his progress with the rest of the work. Then make yourself a nice glass of fresh lemonade, get your favorite novel and a high powered water blaster, and scamper up into that hammock. You can relax and read while keeping one eye on young Bub's progress, and, should said progress be progressing a little too slowly for your liking, *encourage* the lad with a blast from your water gun. Your partner in parenting, Miss Litter P.S. Don't hesitate to use the water blaster should your lemonade glass need refilling or if you become a bit peckish and need a snack. After all, dear, being a mother is hard work and one must keep one's strength up. Good luck, dear!
Originally Posted By Lisann22 Concerned 2B Green, I'm not really seeing a problem here? Even if he is lost in the mulch of green grass, just think of Annie; "a son'll come up tomorrow, bet your top soil, tomorrow, tomorrow... In the meantime, enjoy the Play Station silence. You feel mulch better.
Originally Posted By ophellia Dear Lisa and Litter. as I sit here enjoying the rain and planting my hanging flower baskets, a neighbor out checking her mail asked, 'why are you putting all that effort into something that's just going to die?' she has a yard of gravel and window boxes full of plastic flowers...I told her I LOVE planting and growing baskets, inspired by Disneyland of course...she shook her head and walked away saying it was a waste of time...how can I inspire her to care? or at least to let be and enjoy my fun??? Sincerely, Have Baskets, Will Plant
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Dear Have Baskets, Will Plant, First of all, dear, welcome to our little advice thread! You must promise Miss Litter that no matter what type of assault Lisa suggests you launch upon your neighbor, you will refrain from following her very dubious and quite possibly illegal advice. Alas, as I have learned from my many years of working with Lisa, one cannot inspire another to share one's own sweet, sunshiny, flower-planting ways. I fear your neighbor is a lost cause as far as a gardening partner. All you can do is continue enjoying your own posies and try not to even glance at her <shudder> gravel and plastic. Botanically yours, Miss Litter
Originally Posted By Autopia Deb You couldn't be MORE wrong Ms. Litter! For your information my pacifier was named Hecubus. Yeeeesh!
Originally Posted By RockyMtnMinnie Dear Lisa and Litter, I've found myself drawn into very unsatisfying arguments in WE, yet I can't stop going back in there. I've tried the slap therapy, but I think that after so much time in WE, I must enjoy the pain. I gnawed through the duct tape holding me in the hammock in the Mellow Thread when no one was looking. I have refrained from going in and posting a very Adminable response post, but don't know how much longer I can hold out. How can I keep away? Signed, Screaming at the Brick Wall
Originally Posted By Pixie Glitter Dear Screaming at the Brick Wall, It is, indeed, nearly impossible to resist trying to talk reason into the brick wall at times. And tempting to just blow it up with large amounts of dynamite. But we must rise above those urges, dear, and take the high road. After all, if we let the brick wall strip us of our own humanity and grace, then the brick wall has won. And we certainly don't want that now, dear, do we? Miss Litter suggests that you find some alternate, but equally challenging task with which to distract yourself. Like, perhaps, teaching a pig to play Chopin on the violin. This will keep you too busy to venture into WE for quite some time. Good luck, dear! Sympathetically, Miss Litter P.S. You didn't hear it from me, but I do still have those four free admins that Doobie gave me several years ago. If the temptation becomes simply too much, and you feel your adminnable comment is truly worthy (as I have no doubt it would be), perhaps I could let you have one, wink, wink, nudge, nudge, ifyaknowwhatImean.
Originally Posted By Goofyernmost Dear Lisa and Litter, I was recently unceremoniously, publicly dumped by my fiance and love of my cherry loving life. Is there anyway to ease the pain and get on with my life? Signed, All that Glitters is not gold.
Originally Posted By Lisann22 Screaming at the Brick Wall, Baby you're a Brickhouse, and that always prevails. I'd just start concentrating on your three choices that I gave you in the private therapy session. I'm still waiting to understand how and why...you must face your demons! DocLis
