Do as the Queen does [was Re: question for recent post-ops]

[Guest guest]

you guys are merciless! you know how much it hurts to laugh post

op! oh, I love you still, , you little rascle!

Hugs,

Theresa

> >...

> >

> >I am sick of walking down the hall and around the couch so tomorrow

> > gets out the leash and we are going to walk as much as I can

> >stand! That hopefully will get things moving...and God bless

anyone

> >who walks behind me at the mall! Maybe I will play the Diva and

just

> >carry an antomizer and spritz away when those occurences should

> >happen. Or if worse comes to worse, I will just stare at the

closest

> >man and say in a loud voice, " holy cow mister...could you give it a

> >break! "

>

> Air Force One lands in England. It comes to a stop at one end of

> a bright red carpet along which the President strides to join

> Queen II in a beautiful, ornate 17th-century coach

> hitched to six large matched white horses.

>

> The coach proceeds through the streets of London en route to

> Buckingham Palace. The Queen and the President all-the-while waving

> to the cheering crowds.

>

> Then suddenly the right rear horse produces a thunderous,

> cataclysmic " release of gas " that reverberates through the air and

> rattles the door latches on the coach. Uncomfortable, the reaction

of

> the two powerful passengers is to focus their attentions elsewhere

and

> behave as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

>

> But the Queen is the first to realize that ignoring what had

> just happened is ridiculous. She explains, " Mr. President, please

> accept my regrets. I'm sure you understand that there are some

things

> which even a Queen cannot control. "

>

> Bush replies, " Your Majesty, please don't give the matter another

> thought. If you hadn't said something I would have thought it was

one

> of the horses. "

>

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