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To: Rambi who wrote (5861)	1/6/1998 9:15:00 AM
From: greenspirit	Respond to of 71178

Miss Penni, the Vatican is calling, I think you missed your calling. :-) Great sentiments, I wish I had the strength of character to mimic it. Speaking of kids....it seems like almost every day now I wake up in the morning with two little kicking squirming bodies in our bed. I never notice they arrive in the middle of the night. My wife being the light sleeper. Is this a phase they go through or something. There is nothing quite as pleasing as seeing a crunched up 4 and 2 year old face waking up in the morning. Michael

To: Rambi who wrote (5861)	1/6/1998 11:27:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

So, I take it you're not going to grab their arms and shake them? Knowing most of these people now, by revelation and my incursions, [Hold on one sec while I open a new jar of pickled yum yum big asparagus spears (love that word - spears - especially "asparagus spears") MJ bot me at Costco - uhmmm, "veggie - no children" breakfast...] ARRRH!! PSHYT!!! (Sorry, PSHYOOT!!!) Troot in accounting: You know how they screw the lids down on those pallet-food 3.99 for a big jar that should be 7.99 items, but you're cheap and greedy and tempted and foolish enough to make this particular exception to buy one even while really sneering and nearly puking at low class greedy and foolish people buying big jars of creepy junk they know should be 12.99? They screw these lids down so hard their store lawyers who are watching are smiling because no one is going to get any of these things open, unless they try really hard, worry about their age, then go get their high-friction shop-gloves which will hold anything including a slick long piece of 4 inch diameter plastic PVC pipe, try hard more, but can't do it still, so their pleasure of asparagus is being ruined and their post isn't getting finished, so they decide foolish number two to put their leg up on their chair and turn the jar sideways and give it a REAL rope burn WHILE THINKING that if this comes open I ~ oops ~ they will need to control the distance of lid-spin travel or the seal will be loose nuf for the pickling juice to leak out, but would probably not because I'm a big guy-in-control type and this is the position that's best to stop it in and it would probably be just a couple of drops and the floor is lino anyway and the rag box with soft old cotton diapers from a friend's baby is right over there on the shelf next to the laundry room which is a good thing because my pant leg is soaked with vinegar and pepper and spices and bits of garlic and calcium chloride and so is my slipper and wooden chair and its cushion and the drawer front of my antique desk and they look up at the computer screen to see if anyone's watching and see little clearish distorted dots that mean asparagus pickled juice is up there too but the keyboard seems ok. They hung the pants on the clothes hook in the laundry room there. And told somebody they were there. I forgot what I was talking about. If somebody could remind me that I have a Dr appt at 11 pst. Please. (My right shoulder is sore, clear up into the top of my neck, but I just figured out why so I don't have to ask him about it.)