There was this one girl that was just too good for most all the boys, but that didn’t stop them from sniffing around. She always thought too high of herself, and always had her hair done just “so”, you see. Always dressed to the nines, and acting…

Am not awake enough yet to give a witty response, besides, I’m freezing

But hey, where’s your RSS feed adopter hidden???

Les Says: Damn! I keep telling myself to put the feedburner link back up! Which I will. Honest. Soon. Damn.

That will aggregate fine with the Google reader, so it should be okay with anything else you might be using.

You tell that Mushy fella that the flappers were way before my time, and I wouldn’t have been caught dead in one of those stupid hats, either. My oldest sister, now (by 15 years), she would jump right up and do the Charleston if you put a couple beer in her…

Les Says: Ruby tells me there’s a picture of her three oldest sisters in their “flapper get-up” - she’ll have to ask around to see who has a copy - THAT one, I’ll be allowed to post!

I would have been the first to ask her to dance!

Les Says: ROTFL! If you said that to Ruby, she would no doubt show you her version of that “short-arm punch” to the face. She was born during the Flapper Era - a little young to dance in it. She gets mad at me if I inadvertently add a single year to her age - she would most certainly punch you out for adding twenty!!

Les Says: I think I’d call it, “So Sayeth Ruby.”