Yesterday Peach Pod came by for supper and a stopover while she was traveling from WV to St Simons.
Peach Pod and her man Peach Pit gave me the loveliest assortment of doilies for my birthday. They are wonderful.
I don’t possess a gay bone in me but could understand the suspicion by the doily obsession. Plus I wear two bracelets on my right wrist. Maybe I should be tested for gayness.
I used a large doily this morning on a small serving tray I teefed from the Divi last week. It looked damn nice serving Gigi her coke in bed.
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I don't know man. Are you good at decorating too? Do people come to you for fashion advice? LOL ;-)
I do have a flair for decorating but fashion is not my thing.
Peach Pit!!! Wreg, I'm dying here!! You're killing me!!
(composing myself)
Glad to hear you teefed a t'ing from Divi.
Coke on a doily and a teefed tray must taste like champagne!
I dunno Wreg, you've developed this ting for fashionable shades you can wear on your forehead, you retired your yellow shorts, with the exception of a few cameos, you tie-dyed your own tees before coming down here. Ya might wanna look into that test. ;)
Oh No! ... you just used the phrase "flair for decorating". Quick, make an appointment, hopefully it's reversible.
I expect to see doiles with the fried chicken and biscuits this Friday evening at Jekyll.
But of course.
I can imagine the little grease spots on the doilies now.
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