Stood in line two hours to make a 3 minute call home from Vietnam. Had to say "over" after every sentence to cue the ham radio operator guy to flip the send/receive switch. That was Star Wars technology right there. Called a MARS station call. (military auxilliary radio system)
"I love you, Mom. Over"
"I love you too, son. Over"
Isn't it obvious?
Sister Bertrille went winging it out of there at two in the morning to make her rounds at the orphanage. Not to worry, though, she installed navigation lights on her cornette.
You're right, Slip. It's their business and their lives. We should not speculate or share opinions about the tenants, although it would obviate the purpose of having this chat blog at all.
Perhaps we should stop eavesdropping on them entirely.
You turn your monitor off first.
Paul was boring and inattentive to her most of the time, but she had a safe, secure home and a dog she loves very much.
She and Malia have been dropped into another cage with a large snake.
It's just a matter of time.
Such a hero you are.
Tell me, does your protective vigilance allow any time for you to punish your pp? Or is that a distraction from your heroic purposes?