tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14404262.post2285968766112010670..comments2024-03-28T16:44:45.252-07:00Comments on The Forty-Five: Not All That Wander...Toirdhealbheach Beucailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14872794169534403463noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14404262.post-33947919401636515462018-06-30T17:24:56.268-07:002018-06-30T17:24:56.268-07:00Heh heh. The only reason you think I am in the mo...Heh heh. The only reason you think I am in the more intelligent quadrant is the clever use of my Romulan Cloaking device; trust me, I am right there with you.<br /><br />The Ravishing Mrs. TB is having more issues with red wine so we are drinking more white. Glad you liked the poem; I may have a glass myself later.Toirdhealbheach Beucailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14872794169534403463noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14404262.post-78272874607366997192018-06-30T02:07:57.937-07:002018-06-30T02:07:57.937-07:00It’s not so bad TB. We seem to be lost in the same...It’s not so bad TB. We seem to be lost in the same general region of deep space - you are in a more intelligent quadrant than I am; but good friends are only a few light years away! I am still enjoying that poem about white wine. I may buy a bottle just because of it. :)Glen Filthiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03256741311142364722noreply@blogger.com