why what happened? :confused:

(it was a joke, sue. There was a big overreaction to the quake. The picture of the lawn chair tipped over is supposed to be representative of the level of damage the quake caused. )

Oh, that's just cruel. :-P

So, okay, it was nothing compared to life on the West Coast, but remember, I've lived here 50 years and never even felt an earthquake before. It's different from growing up with them.

(I laughed, pseud )

hope that doesn't show disrespect

Hey, I didn't make the picture, I just posted it.

For what it's worth, I've only ever experienced just a few dinky quakes myself.

Heh. "I didn't flip you off, I just curled all the other fingers back out of the way ..." :-P

If I couldn't survive being made fun of, I'dve popped like a balloon back when I was a kid. :-)

huh, i didnt get it - the date thingy confused me - but ive since found out what the date is - arent I clever

For me, the confusing part was the eagle. But it was meant to resemble lots of patriotic "never forget" images from the aftermath of 9/11. We've been saturated in the media for the last month or so with tenth-anniversary stories, mostly because they're guaranteed to sell. Believe me, when you live in the same county as the Pentagon, you're not likely to forget. I knew a guy who was in there when it happened. He knew people who died.

{{{{love you big bro }}}}

I love you too, Sue.

I notice you took Digger off. I would suggest that doing something active like that means that you're starting to feel something, again. Otherwise, you'd probably just leave her there.

Would it help to talk to us about it?

just giving her some time off.

im fine, and well. its all :cool:

hows my chair ???

Chair-y barely noticed the rumblies. She's got wheels.

She is getting a little tired of having my carcass sprawled all over her, but we're both hoping I'm not stuck here that much longer.

have yer played spinners with chair-y yet ???

chair-y? :confused: Is it a special chair?

Sue covets my work chair, because it has wheels and spins. So, in the distant past, we named it and gave it a personality ...

its a very special chair is chair-y, and if I remember I think its mine

Im sure I tried swapping big bros chair with a plastic one that was in my hospital room a couple of years ago - though cant remember if big bro agreed to the trade - oops

Oh, I see. I hope you're taking good care of chair-y, Mark. Glad it survived the quake okay.

Yeah, that's it: Sue had a chair in her hospital room, but it wasn't fancy, and there was a nursey planted on top of it all the time. So one day, she offered to swap me her nursey (and the chair) for my office chair. I think we had agreed in principle, but we hadn't worked out the shipping arrangements ... ;-)

oh my gosh I'd forgotten I offered to swap nursey too

now that is funny

erm we may have to agree on a different nursey now big bro - im sure this one is just as planted as the last one - and your be pleased to hear the chair she is planted on is wayyyy comfier than the old plastic one

alas it still has no wheels though

You'd need a rather large shipping box with lots of air holes...

Well, the point never was the chair, was it? ;-)

You wanted to ship me the nursey who had to watch you, and I suggested that you should swap places with her. Put her in the bed and you could sit in the chair and watch her. But then you said that it wasn't a very comfy chair, and of course I suggested that you could sit on the padded nursey, and so on ...

Our conversations often make little objective sense. :-)

erm.......... i cant remember fully to be fair - it was a couple of years ago

still got a gut feeling it had something to do with the fact I couldnt play spinners on the one I had - but yeah your probably right

And............. Our conversations ALWAYS make sense - well to me anyway

So we still on for the trade ~ apparently I need to find a box with air holes now

Sometimes I feel as if you two have your own secret language. Thanks for the explanation.

We've known each other a long time, through a lot of ... shtuff.

In reality, though, we interact just like any pair of normal eight-year-olds. ;-)