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Brunch wif da Sisters...
[Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybèle is sautéing French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sautéing wild mushrooms in butter] Cybèle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cybèle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cybèle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cybèle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cybèle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cybèle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cybèle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cybèle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cybèle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
Brunch wif da Sisters...
Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but it
wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan. "The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybèle is sautéing French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sautéing wild mushrooms in butter] Cybèle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cybèle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cybèle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cybèle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cybèle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cybèle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cybèle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cybèle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cybèle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
Brunch wif da Sisters...
Y kno, I tink dat pleetid skurtz wud luuk gud on lotza kitteez.
juzt chooze da plad, an kum in furr a fittink, tho we kud awlzo stok den wiff elaztik wastebamz. I wyll ordur yalo, blu, an gween ribbunz, tuu. -- Pit.nya "Gramby" wrote in message ... Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan. "The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cybèle is sautéing French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sautéing wild mushrooms in butter] Cybèle: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cybèle: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sautéed mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cybèle: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cybèle: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cybèle: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cybèle: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cybèle: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cybèle: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cybèle: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cybèle & Oriane “I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul.” Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
Brunch wif da Sisters...
Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz", not
akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz. Rebecca "Gramby" wrote in message ... Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan. "The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cyble is sauting French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sauting wild mushrooms in butter] Cyble: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cyble: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sauted mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cyble: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cyble: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cyble: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cyble: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cyble: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cyble: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cyble: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cyble & Oriane "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
Brunch wif da Sisters...
On Sun, 6 Nov 2011 15:46:11 -0500, The Two Sisters
wrote: [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cyble is sauting French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sauting wild mushrooms in butter] Cyble: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cyble: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sauted mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cyble: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cyble: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cyble: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cyble: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cyble: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cyble: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cyble: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] dis is ex-site-ink, making own fudz. cut hoomins out of loop! beauty approving |
Brunch wif da Sisters...
let da humanz du da dishez. Diz sounz like a wonnerful meal. Lizzy licking
her chops. "John Ross Mc Master" wrote in message ... On Sun, 6 Nov 2011 15:46:11 -0500, The Two Sisters wrote: [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cyble is sauting French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sauting wild mushrooms in butter] Cyble: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cyble: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sauted mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cyble: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cyble: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cyble: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cyble: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cyble: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cyble: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cyble: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] dis is ex-site-ink, making own fudz. cut hoomins out of loop! beauty approving |
Brunch wif da Sisters...
ai haz uh kilt wif da Campbell clan kolorz, n patturnz. yeUP.
ai m uh Campbell on mai mumz syde. mai meowmie haz bin reeding ubaowt Scotland in bux bai Lilian Jackson Braun. Qwill, da hoomin iz uh Macintosh. bai da wai, Cyble & Oriane, yer brunch saownded yummy. Mosey Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz", not akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz. Rebecca Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan. "The Two Sisters" ... [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cyble is sauting French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sauting wild mushrooms in butter] Cyble: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cyble: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sauted mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cyble: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cyble: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cyble: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cyble: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cyble: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cyble: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cyble: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cyble & Oriane "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
Brunch wif da Sisters...
brunch iza gud idermint, da hoominz duz diz furm time to time, OEJ
"The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cyble is sauting French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sauting wild mushrooms in butter] Cyble: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cyble: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sauted mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cyble: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cyble: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cyble: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cyble: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cyble: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cyble: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cyble: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cyble & Oriane "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
Brunch wif da Sisters...
diz wuld be fun if efuri kittee weard kiltz or kilted skurtz at owrz winkin,
Trudi smilin "Rebecca" wrote in message ... Meowmie's frenz frum Scotland sez dat ladeez warez "kiltid skirtz", not akchooul kiltz, but dey iz still made frum da tartan patternz. Rebecca "Gramby" wrote in message ... Ohhhh Cybele, I likez ur spirit. Doze kiltz mae be for da mancats but it wudent take muchez to make dem nto a skirtz. Or iffin u wantz a fuller skirtz, Toonyakan buy da materialz and haff dem mayde. Willow looking at the different plaids under the Gordon Clan. "The Two Sisters" wrote in message ... [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cyble is sauting French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sauting wild mushrooms in butter] Cyble: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cyble: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sauted mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cyble: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cyble: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cyble: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cyble: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cyble: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cyble: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cyble: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] -- Purrs, Cyble & Oriane "I love cats because I take pleasure in my home; and little by little, the cats become its visible soul." Jean Cocteau, 1889-1963 11/6/2011 3:43:35 PM |
Brunch wif da Sisters...
ifin we had thumbz den we kuld eat when owrsefz wanted, chester
"John Ross Mc Master" wrote in message ... On Sun, 6 Nov 2011 15:46:11 -0500, The Two Sisters wrote: [Two Zot girls are standing at the stove, wearing aprons. Cyble is sauting French Toast and making waffles and whisking eggs and cream in a bowl; Oriane is frying bacon in one pan, another pan with sausages and a third sauting wild mushrooms in butter] Cyble: Hokay, mine deer, make da Mimosas, and put your fings on da table while I does da Omlette... Oriane: [Puts sausages, bacon, French Toast and waffles on table with a plate of sweet butter and a pitcher of warm maple syrup; she goes to the bar, and mixes a pitcher of nip-Mimosas] Cyble: [Deftly forms the Omlette, adds the sauted mushroons to it, flips it closed and grates black truffle on top and walks to the table] Oriane: [They both sit at a low table, bathed in early afternoon sunlight, sitting on cushions] Cyble: Well, mine deer, dis iz a lubbly Sunday brunch, non? Oriane: Indeed! [pours two Mimosas; they lift their glasses] Cheers, sisfur deer! Cyble: Indeed, cheers! [they serve each other, sip their Mimosas and begin to eat] Oriane: Well mine sisfur, fings iz going well. I feel so settled in and at home heer, non? Cyble: Yes, myself also... and dis is such a nice community! Oriane: Yes indeed. So many nice kitties! I iz wooking forward to da winking... Cyble: Myself also. Itz so romantical... What do you want to wear? Oriane: Hmmm... I'ze not sure. Letz go ober to Pitoonya's Bootik and see whatz abailable... Cyble: Hokay, letz do dat later. I wikes dem plaid skirtz... Oriane: I finks dey is fur da boycats... Cyble: Dat duzzent bodder me; if I wikes it, I'll wear it! Oriane: Gud fur yoo! I abree... Cyble: Well, mine sisfur, shall we clear da table and take a nap? Oriane: Oooooh... what a gudgud ideer! [Two Zot girls sleep peacefully on the windowsill, bathed in sunlight ....] dis is ex-site-ink, making own fudz. cut hoomins out of loop! beauty approving |
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