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Ah, yes, the Royal Rhubarb is in the fryin' pan, the stove is turned up on high, and he's already starting dance around. You should have heard the suck up job on the phone last night and to think he could cover up THAT pile. All I can say is that I'm now playin' the back nine (in Greg's golf terms) and I'm expecting to win this tournament by relaxing and having more fun in spite of my rude team mates (!) And that includes the one that should have put a big bow on the ERA and had it waiting outside for my birthday present!!!!!
Mr. Meadows, you're in the deep fryer now, dear. Extra crispy or regular?
(And thanks to those who sent the birthday wishes -- may we all live to celebrate many, many more together as the world's greatest car club!)
Vicki
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