Tamara recounted the story of the envelope with a bird in it, that was never send and then goes on to say: "Barbara was amused when I told her what'd happened, and she said she wouldn't tell anyone, which I don't think is "right" - the story *is funny*, even if it's less than hillarious to me."
What happened to me a month a go, I find very funny, but our neighbours did not - hubby and I managed to stifle our laughter till we got home and then laughed till our sides hurt: My neighbour and I share a birthday and she came around this year to ask us over for a shared celebratory dinner On the day of the meal we walk next door for the meal. Since I had also been taken out for a birthday lunch by my colleagues, I was struggling a bit with the meal and noticed to my dismay that she also had dessert spoons and forks laid out. After clearing the main course away she asked us if we wanted cream, ice cream or custard with our dessert. By now I was fairly worried about what she would bring from the kitchen, everything up to now had been in massive quanties, so I asked her what she had made. She drew herself up into an indignant stance and announced to the table in measured words: You should know, you brought it here! With George spluttering in my left ear I remembered that not only had I baked the dutch apple pie the day before, I had heated it up prior to the meal and handed the hot dish to my hostess as we walked into her house - less than an hour ago. Micki from a frozen little village in the north of scotland To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
