Sparkle wrote:Mitch, Mitch, Mitch! What am I going to do with you? The only solution is to visit you and slap you upside the head. Oh I know...I'm not hitting you, I'm high-fiving your face.
Ha Ha - you don't know where I live, nananananan (read with a sing-song cadence...). But I guess I wouldn't mind the visit part. It's the gettin' slapped I'd have to take exception to (but loved your phrase - high-5ing my face...)
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