Welcome, My Sillies! Together we'll uncover morsels of sweetness in the light and dark. You'll crave chocolate. I'm a naughty influence. {Note: I avoid Hershey's but partake in regular fixes of fair trade and organic varieties.} Please enjoy a ravenous sampling, and may you fast become addicted. Cheers to all things sweet. That, Dear Sillies, includes you.
Was she that hip to sexual innuendos, Elizabeth? She didn't know what went on the church's back pew, huh? (Neither do I. I'm a Jew. But I hear things.) Lol.
Your poem makes the temperatures rise (along with other religious rites of spring). Hilarious as always. Hope all is well with you and there are some tasty chocolate bunnies already in your home with ears missing. (grin)
Palm Sunday tomorrow, Passover this week (we're going to a Seder on Wednesday night), and Easter Sunday on...Sunday (funny how that works out). Busy, busy.... By the way, Myra knows that the "Last Supper" was actually a Seder. I hope the weather out your way is much better. My heart goes out to those who are suffering! Okay, silly joke....if you're familiar with that Rosemary Clooney song...but every time I hear the word "Seder," I start singing, "Se-der, you with the stars in your eyes." Yes, I'm not a well man.
Is there a line? Or can I just get a ticket for a specific time? 😇
ReplyDeleteYes, get behind (and I don't mean anything inappropriate by that) Bernie and the Pope. But it'll be a while. Smiles.
DeleteGrinning, and almost sorry that Spring is six months away from me.
ReplyDeleteOh my, that's a long time from now. I hope the weather isn't too, too hard on you in the meantime. Take good care.
DeleteI might be struck by lightning just from reading that!
ReplyDeleteBut there's a carrot stick in it - good for your vision, Alex. Not to worry!
DeleteAlex's comment just about sums it up perfectly, LOL!
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine why. Smiles. Thanks, Debra.
DeleteIf my mother was alive, she'd make me wash my eyes out with soap :D
ReplyDeleteWas she that hip to sexual innuendos, Elizabeth? She didn't know what went on the church's back pew, huh? (Neither do I. I'm a Jew. But I hear things.) Lol.
DeleteOh my!! LOL
ReplyDeleteHappy to make you LOL, Diane.
DeleteAbsolutely adore the clean naughtiness of this poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, G.B. I adore the term "clean naughtiness." It's fitting. Smiles.
DeleteYou are funny, that was great.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary. Be well.
DeleteYour poem makes the temperatures rise (along with other religious rites of spring). Hilarious as always. Hope all is well with you and there are some tasty chocolate bunnies already in your home with ears missing. (grin)
ReplyDeleteDid someone say chocolate bunnies? Cheers, Joanne. Happy Easter-time.
DeleteHolly cow, should I go to confession now. Are my eyes red with fire? Happy Spring!
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No need for confession. The pastor probably does a lot worse. Smiles.
DeleteHappy almost Easter, Sandy.
Palm Sunday tomorrow, Passover this week (we're going to a Seder on Wednesday night), and Easter Sunday on...Sunday (funny how that works out). Busy, busy....
ReplyDeleteBy the way, Myra knows that the "Last Supper" was actually a Seder.
I hope the weather out your way is much better. My heart goes out to those who are suffering!
Okay, silly joke....if you're familiar with that Rosemary Clooney song...but every time I hear the word "Seder," I start singing, "Se-der, you with the stars in your eyes."
Yes, I'm not a well man.
Yay. Chag Pesach to you and Myra, Al. And we do know you're not well. That's why we love you.
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