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At 10:01 AM 03/17/2001 -0500, you wrote:
>Yes. I have a basement mole too. Didn't even notice the birds singing
>spring for over a month, and he's the one who usually fills the feeder!
>I think his IQ's slipping after going from long-term vegetarian to SAD
>(forgetting things, making mistakes), but his interest is a tad better
>after adding meat and a little fat back into his diet. As a germaphobe,
>he won't touch any animal food that isn't completely sterilized, and
>can't watch me eat my food dripping with blood. So, needless to say, I
>spend lots more time out with the flowers redirecting "that" energy, and
>I enjoy the hell out of it.
.....
>Lois
The part of a John Denver song that goes something like this: "Sunshine on
my shoulders makes me happy" should have the shoulders part replaced with
scrotum in my experience of nude sunbathing and it's relationship to sex drive.
Dave
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