That's wonderful. That hamster is a little ham.
MrsLMB said:
MrsLMB said:
Confession time. Whenever I see a thread with a title like, "Can I..." (eg. "Can I use walnuts instead of peanuts," "Can I fry this instead of baking it," "Can I leave out the milk?") I get this strange urge to respond with, "It's ok with me. Go right ahead."
Yep!I understand. Your evil twin wants to come out.
Yep!
Yep!
Yes, her name is Addie. Just kidding of course! No, I will have to ask her the next time I sense her presence!My evil twin's name is Evilynne. Does your have a name?
Gotta love those rescue dogs!
Yes, her name is Addie. Just kidding of course! No, I will have to ask her the next time I sense her presence!
I had a little chat with her and I found out that her name indeed is Addie McBaddie!Has there ever been a time when you wanted to say something nasty to a person and didn't have the nerve? Ask me to do it. I will do it with pleasure. I will gladly be your evil twin sister.
I used to call my second husband Charlie Brown. It never dawned on him that Charlie was always a loser. He just thought it was cute and told everyone that it was my pet name for him. But I always said it with a smile. I didn't want him to think I was being rude.
I had a little chat with her and I found out that her name indeed is Addie McBaddie!
Addie said:I like the name. Suits me to a T. I am a smoker. My next door neighbor is going crazy. I am supposed to be on oxygen. So the man came and even before he knocked on my door to deliver the oxygen stuff, he stuck a sign on my door about there being oxygen in my apartment. No smoking, no open flame, etc. I didn't even let him bring the equipment into my apartment. but I told him to leave the sign there. So he left with the equipment. Now the old biddie next door thinks I am now smoking with oxygen in my apartment. Every day she goes down to the office to complain. Since it is a medical problem, the manager can't say much without violating my medical confidentiality. She just tells her she has made a note of it and will take care of it. That is all she is allowed to say in this State. She is afraid to confront me. I already had a big blowup with her last year and she thought for sure I was going to hit her. She complains to anyone who will listen to her. Now she has the whole building thinking that I am smoking with oxygen in my apartment and I will have a fire some day. I just want you to know I am enjoying every minute of this affair. I walk around with a smile on my face. There are a couple of folks who know the truth, but they won't tell her. They just say it is a medical thing and they shouldn't be talking about my medical ailments. It is private information.
I think of the sign as a decoration. She has a cross on her door with a wreath. I have a scary sign. To each his own.
Has there ever been a time when you wanted to say something nasty to a person and didn't have the nerve? Ask me to do it. I will do it with pleasure. I will gladly be your evil twin sister.
I used to call my second husband Charlie Brown. It never dawned on him that Charlie was always a loser. He just thought it was cute and told everyone that it was my pet name for him. But I always said it with a smile. I didn't want him to think I was being rude.
Addie your post made me think of this quote from Teddy Roosevelt's daughter.
[FONT=georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif]If you haven't got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me. ~Alice Roosevelt Longworth[/FONT]
But I always said it with a smile. I didn't want him to think I was being rude.
Here in the South, we say "Bless your heart." It achieves the same end.
Whenever someone is being a jerk, someone in the crowd will almost always say, "Well, bless your heart."
All I can do is giggle because I know what's behind the remark.