I’m happy because my cable (and therefore, my Internet connection) is back after many hours of being down for “maintenance.” Then again, who wouldn’t be happy with her very own Raggedy Chan Doll? Thanks, camillemulan!
If you, too, want something to be happy about, give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25 in comments, and I’ll tell you what the book says.
page 6 number 11.
“hole-in-the-middle cake doughnuts”
I love cake doughnuts!!
I forgot it was Wed – yay for hump day happy! 77 no 17 please.
“the clangor of a firetruck”
What’s with the fire theme?? Too funny! 🙂
I didn’t even think about that. =)
let’s go with page 42, number 10, please. 🙂
“coffee, light”
exactly how i like my coffee (which i’m told isn’t REAL coffee, but i still love it).
May I please have page 25, #25, in honor of the amount of moolah I gambled (and lost!) in Vegas.
I only alloted 30 for gambling when I went to Reno to visit friends 8 years ago. Surprisingly I came out about 15 dollars ahead. When I went to NO the first time, though, I couldn’t win shit at Harrah’s.
I’m not a big gambler (as you can tell!), just the occasional lottery ticket every now and again. In places like Vegas though I much prefer to spend my $$$ at a good restaurant or a show. I like a guaranteed return on my investment!
“always looking people in the eye”
I can’t believe that while I slept, I was being fondued by David. I’m so honored.
As I made that last response, I realized, OMG we’re fonduing Becky’s post. LOL
I don’t know, is this really fondue? My initial response was on topic, wasn’t it? Perhaps this is a fondue sampler. 🙂
I’ll accept “fondue sampler.” It’s Gary who headed for the fondue pot, but you were willing to sample right along with him.
I stand by my claim of having the honor of being fondued by Mr. Puterbaugh.
I may have taken the fondue pot out (inadvertently, of course!) but it was Gary who added the ingredients and lit the burner. After that, well, it seemed a sin to waste good fondue what with all the fondue-starved LJers in the world.
You are a noble man with a social conscience. Or else you are a blame-caster. I haven’t decided.
I have yet to be fondued by Mr. Puterbaugh. Then, and only then, will my life be complete.
Although Mark G. Harris’ Monday night meme post has to win the record for fondue.
Page 20, number 21, if you please.
Jeffrey R.
“a private elevator to a dining room”
Can I have page 1, item # 3 please? : )
“going roller skating on a Saturday morning with corny organ music in the background”
You can’t tell me that doesn’t EVOKE a story.
Thank you. And while it evokes it neither transcends nor elevates… and I’m stealing Ricker’s 20/21 for next week. Private elevators make a fool happy. : )
Not touching that one.
Are you calling me a fool? (Not that I’m disputing you, mind.) Also, if you steal my private elevator, then it won’t be private, and then you know they’ll just let ANYONE in….
Jeffrey R.
I like it that he called you “Ricker.” Only anthology brothers are allowed to use the private elevator.
Page 611, number 5, please.
“big beach balls”
How appropriate!
Again, not touching that one.
I know–I was expecting another of her beefcake photos from the beach.
I was hoping….
I didn’t have any pictures of anybody in a speedo.
That’s right, Greg! Those are MY big beach balls! Don’t you be touching them!
Oh, I so want to be happy — the remnants of Hurricane Dolly have been raining on me and my parade all day so far.
Page 80 and 2 please
BTW, my Happy Day Monkey is somewhat smitten with your Raggedy Chan.
Aw.
“church bells”
I love church bells … practically a Quasimoto. when it comes to them. Thank you.
You’re welcome!
Page 78, number 19. Pweeeeze?
“learning something new in each paragraph of a book”
Could I have no 99, 6 please.
Hi, there, and welcome!
“artists who come to paint a scene and stay on to open studios and galleries”