Just got off the phone with Old Git and she is in a fit. Up to her knees in rain and mud from Floyd, wrestling lumber, yard chairs, etc in the mud ...BY HERSELF...Where the hell is a genuine mud wrestler when you need one?????? Says to tell KoS that she is "chucking it down in the mud". LOL

Taz

-- Taz (Tassie@aol.com), September 15, 1999

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Taz, Well, that's men for you.... (or maybe just those born to royalty?)

I'm sorry about OG, but awfully glad that Floyd didn't make landfall in Vero Beach where my preps are (oh, yes, and everything my sister owns in the whole world). Kitty was sooo angry that he had leave home and, most embarassingly, in a CAGE!!!! Wait until he has to do the reverse trip later today. He might never forgive them.

-- Mara Wayne (MaraWayne@aol.com), September 15, 1999.

I would LOVE to help, believe me. Unfortunately, there is the small matter of the entire Atlantic ocean to be crossed. And other pressing matters, to be sure.

Please extend to Old Git my best wishes for her continued safety in the midst of the hurricane. And her wonderful sense of humor.

-- King of Spain (madrid@aol.com), September 15, 1999.

Your Majesty,

Have you any tips you could pass on to the Old Git ..like how to get a firm hold on anything covered in mud ?

-- Chris (griffen@globalnet.co.uk), September 15, 1999.

Poor Git,

Sloshing about in her loaf pan winkle pickers. I trust the Hungarian and Mr. Sweetie are in a similar fix.

Your Majesty, can't you just saddle up the Concord?

-- flora (***@__._), September 15, 1999.

Hey, y'all, Muddy Old Git here! Well, not any more. Boy, you should have seen the ring around the bathtub! Sweetie got home mid-afternoon; it was still chucking it down with rain, but we had more stuff to do on the yard. I decided the landscape lighting had to come up, could just see Floyd whipping that stuff around like a couple of 100' long snakes with funny bits hanging off! You would have roared with laughter at us, soaking, sopping wet and filthy, the pair of us! My crusher gardening hat looked particularly hilarious, all soaked and hanging in my eyes. I finally folded back the brim and thought Jim was going to lose it right there! It was great! My mother would NEVER let me play in mud!

Oh--reminds me--The Kid went for a visit home to see my parents when he was about five. Soon after he arrived, Mum took him down the village, where he spied a big puddle and immediately jumped in it! Mum was horrified and demanded to know, English-style sarcasm: "Who taught you to do that?" You're supposed to get all embarrassed and ashamed and say, "Oh, erm, nobody, I just thought. . ." But NO! The Kid says indignantly, "Me Mum taught me." And I did too! We used to jump in puddles together a lot in New Orleans--you know how it chucks it down about 1 pm every day in the summer.

So Sweetie and me were putting pots and lawn furniture under the deck, crawling around, getting muddier and muddier. And I thought, Gawd, eat yer 'eart out, Kingie! Clay makes such great mud, it smears beautifully, has staying power, and it's a flattering color! No wonder the pottery industry thrives in NC!

We'll do fine here, no worries. I know we'll lose power but we're all set. Just a bump in the road, folks. . . I'll pop in again providing the power holds out.

With much gratitude and affection (sniff) -

-- Clean Old Git (anon@spamproblems.com), September 15, 1999.

Thanks for checking in, Old Git, was certainly hoping that everyone was doing OK.

Gawd, now I'm all worked up, thanks to your "no holds barred" report. Think I'll definitely have to watch "The Best of Thai Girl Mud Matches" tonight....

-- King of Spain (madrid@aol.com), September 15, 1999.

Hey, King of Spain, I hear you like tropical boobie birds!

-- Mud (Mudwrestling@madrid.com), September 15, 1999.