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Genuinely gifted and caring for you to support your mother-in-law-- with love. My thoughts and prayers to your mother-in-law, Ru. God bless. <3 ~ Angie

Aw. I'm sorry. That rots! X.x I hope you feel better soon. *hugs* :3 *sigh*... I'm just recovering from a really bad headache... and a massive breakdown (ouch)! I've been crying all afternoon, due to personal reasons. But, currently, I am feeling much, much better, and hoping for a good...

Angela... or Glanea: *waves pom poms in the air* Go Glanea...--? O.O

:'( Sorry for being such a downer, but I seriously need cheering up right now...!

Thank you for sharing, Joseph. That's powerfully profound. :3 Likewise. We sometimes hit to the heap of self-doubt, and treat our own selves as our own enemey, but it does not break down the potential, and hope we all have inside. There's always a light at the end of the tunnel waiting for...

The title and discription may sound a tad too perky, but is anyone feeling down today? Well, time to cheer up! :) *hugs* <3

Johnny Fiama croons to Tony Bennett's 1957 hit "In the Middle of an Island" to his lady friend: a lean; pink-haired young woman named Linda Mezzo. For backup, Linda Mezzo strums on ukulele, and a population of generic monkeys, and Sal Minella (serving Ambrosia Punch) get together as a choir...

Happy Birthday, Jerry Nelson! <3 :sing: :fishy: :cluck: :crazy: :search: :batty: :smirk: <3

"In the Middle of an Island" ~ Tony Bennett

:ouch: Yay! c:

Check out the new emoticons, Joseph. :oops:

They're fantastic, James! I love them! :laugh: :drool: :news: :sigh: :dreamy: :skeptical: :electric: :cluck: :grr: :oops: :fishy: :jim:

Hamboigahs and hotdogs! :3

*double facepalm* >.>

Biff: Happy Foith of July, everybody! Sully, Crazy Harry (who is ouah firewoik technician,) and I are goin' ta host a firewoik show tahnight. Sam the Eagle: *steps up to the podium* It is in deep pride, spirit, justice, and victory that we honor our country on this beautiful Independance Day...

Dr. Bunsen Honeydew places Baby Alistair Link in his crib; Alistair dozes as Bunsen leaves the nursery. Dr. Bunsen Honeydew: Phew... thank goodness the baby's asleep. Now Beaker and I can play our little game of- Baby Alistair can be heard from the baby monitor, crying. Dr. Bunsen Honeydew...

I'm melting... ._.

Dr. Bunsen Honeydew: Tsst, tsst, tsst... I would be deighted to play a little game of chess with you, my friend, GH. Oh, boy, I just don't remember where I've placed the old chess set. Do you know where is it, GH? *shrug* This is going to be an exciting match! Oh, boy. Oh, boy! *dances with...

Baby Alistair Link: *under the bed; clinging to GH's neck, frightened* ...uah? :/ Beaker: Meep. Meep, meep, mee, meep... Baby Alistair Link: *cocks head* o.o A pattern of clanking feet can be heard; Beaker startles. Beaker: WO'AHHHHHHH! :eek: Baby Alistair Link: *whimpers* ;o; Beaker...

Beaker: *to GH* Meep, meep, mee? Meep. Meep! *hands Alistair to GH* Baby Alistair Link: ;o; ...mama...