IJMC - And The Taste Of Almonds Was On My Lips...
Inside jokes can be such a wonderful thing...although I think in this
case, the only one who would get it doesn't get the IJMC. Ah well.
Anyway, no word from Netcom yet on when they'll fix this nagging
problem...but if it helps you to know, I'm unsubscribing all the morons I
see. If someone accidentally sends something to everyone...they get a
second chance. But if it even looks deliberate...they're gone. -dave
Sandra was on her deathbed, with her husband Burt at her side. He held her
cold hand as his silent tears streamed down his face.
"Burt," she said, weakly.
"Hush," he interrupted. "Don't talk." But she insisted.
"Burt," she continued. "I have something to confess."
"There is nothing to confess," said the weeping Burt. "It's all right.
Everything's all right."
"No, no. I must die in peace. I must confess, Burt, that I have been
unfaithful to you."
Burt stroked her hand. "Now, Sandra, don't be concerned. I know all about
it," he sobbed. "Why else would I poison you?"