For Rhonda Oh, Rhonda. Why didn’t we at The Compound heed the warnings of your weather map? It’s Blush ‘n Bashful Yard! Margot knew to keep moving, but Guinness stood still too long. Tim, trapped in the TimLair!
too much time on your hands? Put your hands in the air and slowly step a-way from the Photoshop; and no one else will be lost to the blob. Reply
Re: too much time on your hands? Bwahahaha! I hardly ever laugh like this first thing in the morning. Cheers! Reply
Blush ‘n Bashful Yard!? I don’t care what you call it, it looks like it’s been hosed down with Pepto-Bismol. Reply
What kind of music is it? I always feel kind of nauseous when I go through the girls’ section at Toys R Us shopping for my nieces. Reply
too much time on your hands?
Put your hands in the air and slowly step a-way from the Photoshop; and no one else will be lost to the blob.
Re: too much time on your hands?
LOL.
Re: too much time on your hands?
Bwahahaha! I hardly ever laugh like this first thing in the morning. Cheers!
Re: too much time on your hands?
Yay, that makes me happy. =)
Blush ‘n Bashful Yard!?
I don’t care what you call it, it looks like it’s been hosed down with Pepto-Bismol.
Re: Blush ‘n Bashful Yard!?
Thank you, M’Lynn! 😉
Re: Blush ‘n Bashful Yard!?
You are most welcome Miss Shelby
The pink! The pink! It torments me!
That’s way too much pink in one place!
Pink is the devil.
Well, unless it’s Pink the singer.
What kind of music is it?
I always feel kind of nauseous when I go through the girls’ section at Toys R Us shopping for my nieces.
Oops. That was me, asking about Pink the musician.