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Morning, all. It's a fine mornin' for painting.
Posted by: Scott P | March 01, 2007 at 05:52 AM
Morning! Need something to paint Scott???
Why is it that no matter what time I go to bed, morning always comes at the same time: too soon?
It's Friday Eve - I shouldn't complain!
Happy Friday Eve!
Posted by: Pixie | March 01, 2007 at 07:08 AM
Gail - saw this at RSM's place, it's crazy. I can't hear anything under the 49 - mark.
Mosquito Ringtones
Posted by: Pixie | March 01, 2007 at 07:25 AM
One hour of sleep.
Which means my mood today will be thunderstorms.
Posted by: Julie | March 01, 2007 at 08:09 AM
That was wild. I could hear the 39 and under one (barely), but my kids could hear ton more. They thought it was hilarious.
Posted by: Carin | March 01, 2007 at 08:34 AM
All those unsuspecting teachers... yikes!
Posted by: Pixie | March 01, 2007 at 09:21 AM
I'd get those tones for my dog but he perfers to IM
Posted by: Rob B. | March 01, 2007 at 09:57 AM
Ooooh, keep an eye on that Rob. My cat's text messaging bill was nearly $200.00 last month!
Posted by: Pixie | March 01, 2007 at 10:17 AM
Oye,I may have to curse Gail. I've got that rolled oats thing baking right now.
Posted by: Carin | March 01, 2007 at 11:13 AM
Take a picture! Tell us how it comes out.
Posted by: gail | March 01, 2007 at 11:50 AM