Thursday, November 03, 2005


Harry puts a bucket on his head, then on Darcy's, and commences to sing: "This hat is your hat, this hat is my hat..." (Three guesses for the tune!)

As we leave the coffee shop, the nice young lady behind the counter calls out, "Bye, guys!" "Where are you going?" asks Harry. (G'night, Gracie.)


Blogger aaron said...


11/03/2005 02:35:00 p.m.  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Guthrie?? Got it in one!

11/03/2005 02:38:00 p.m.  
Blogger LoryKC said...

I'm so lucky to have brilliant friends like you.
(The fact that I've known one of you forever and I've never met the other, except in this blogosphere, makes no difference. I'm telling everyone I know both of you.)

11/03/2005 10:13:00 p.m.  
Blogger LoryKC said...

(I'm still singing "this land is your land....", in my head anyway, but had to mention my love of George Burns while I'm at it.)
Short but sweet post, Mary P!

11/03/2005 10:23:00 p.m.  
Blogger Mary P. said...

Lory: Well, you're just pumping my ego like nobody's business today! And don't I just love you for it. Thanks for the second compliment: Aaron is one brilliant man - and you put me in his league? You're too kind.

11/04/2005 07:36:00 a.m.  
Blogger LoryKC said...

While I am not taking anything back, of course, it seems my "brilliant" idea to take medicine for a particularly painful sore throat with wine rather than water, as directed, made me especially complimentary!

11/05/2005 09:09:00 a.m.  
Blogger Granny said...

I could learn to love Harry - definitely a young version of Rebecca.

11/07/2005 02:09:00 p.m.  

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