Author Topic: Jerry! (Read 1771 times)

Teresa · « **on:** November 08, 2006, 07:33:26 AM »

PM me your mailing address and I'll send these lonely little guys your way . . . .

Teresa · « **Reply #1 on:** November 08, 2006, 04:25:06 PM »

I'm bumping this up cuz Jerry must not have seen it or he'd have sent me his address . . . .

CT · « **Reply #2 on:** November 08, 2006, 07:58:45 PM »

And a custom Mickey Mouse planter as well..

Jerry · « **Reply #3 on:** November 08, 2006, 11:31:24 PM »

i did e mail you Teresa. Try the address on the T shirt order it is the same.

Thanks

Jerry

Teresa · « **Reply #4 on:** November 09, 2006, 05:29:09 AM »

Gee, I never looked there . . . . just kept waiting for a pm . . . . ok - they'll go out soon!

Yep Kay - I ran out of Pooh and I didn't think Jerry was the little princess type . . . . .

Jerry · « **Reply #5 on:** November 09, 2006, 09:09:53 AM »

What is pooh?

Teresa · « **Reply #6 on:** November 09, 2006, 09:14:04 AM »

One morning a little girl asks her daddy: "Where does poo come from?" Her daddy feels a little embarrassed that his five year old daughter is asking such an awkward question, but thinks for a moment and says: "Well you know we just ate breakfast?"

"Yes," replies his D/D.

"Well the food goes in to our tummies and our bodies take out all the good stuff, and then whatever is left over comes out of our bottoms when we go to the toilet - and that is poo."

The little girl looks shocked, and with tears in her eyes asks: "And Tigger?"

CT · « **Reply #7 on:** November 09, 2006, 10:49:02 AM »

Esther · « **Reply #8 on:** November 09, 2006, 05:04:37 PM »

Cute Teresa.

Sounds like the kid asking daddy where he came from. The father sputtered and bit by bit through the stutters and sweat, shared the wonderful story of procreation. The kid gives his dad a sick look and says, "The new kid next door came from Atlanta."

Viv · « **Reply #9 on:** November 13, 2006, 11:53:50 PM »

I love those old bottles.

When I lived in England I had a massive collection of old bottles. I dug them up along the river bank close to the village where I lived. There used to be an ancient Roman settlement there. Also dug up coins and metal ware using a metal detector. It's a national Sunday morning activity in England.

Kaz would know what I mean... where is that woman anyway??

Teresa · « **Reply #10 on:** November 14, 2006, 07:08:34 AM »

I have a really big collection of the old bottles, but had to take most of them out of the window (too many and they kept falling and breaking). Joyce will recognize several of them. I use them to root the passiflora and other cuttings. I'm not sure why, but I can root a lot of things in those bottles that are hard to root any other way. Guess they are magic bottles.

Sounds like a very fun passtime . . . one I'd like to try!