Jim Carrey Online

I went downstairs with my shawl and a copy of Ben Franklin's 'Almanacs' to reclaim my chair in front of the fire. A sharp wind blew the dusty snow outside, even the floors were cold, but my toes stayed toasty warm. I begin to think that this chair has a sleeping spell built into it, when I hear the gentlemen roaring at the other side of the house... Poker Night.

Owen found me curled up in the chair, the book still open to page 36. He took the book and laid it on a table, then drunk as he was, carried me up to bed, still sleeping.

[If he'd have dropped me, I'd have kindly kicked his ass. He'd had a good night of it and neither lost his ass to me nor them. In fact, he scored a new saddle and a Winchester, and just because he was in such a good humor, he woke me up ...and scored again. MEN! ]*sighs

Owen was up early, and gone to town, but I felt a warm kiss to my brow before he left, and the warm blanket I was missing was relain, my comfort restored... I try not to interfere with his business, but I wonder what has enticed him to the cold and snow. Christmas, perhaps...

[Crinkles paper and tosses over left shoulder... Can't go down without a fight.]

[Ok. Back to the ranch...]

[Ok. So. I'm a sucker for lost causes... ]

????........i've been ill in bed with sore tonsils and a fever ......i come on and everyones dead....

Sorry about your tonsils.

We're not dead yet, a little worse for wear maybe, but I needed a good cry.

thanx.........

fluffy

I just love him, Nicky, what more can I say?...

I'm permanently pressed repressed and depressed.

lol......no problem........i'm under no illusions........Mr Carrey probably doesnt know i exist, or if he does loathes me.........lol.......his loss...

fluffy