Imagine that, I am actually writing in my online blog editor whilst riding the bus. This bus somehow has a WiFi connection such that I can do my best to type and mouse around on a bouncy flouncy jouncy trouncy fun Fun FUn FUN.
The most wonderful thing about bussin n bloggin is I’m the only one,
IIIIIIIIIIIIII’m the only one.
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My Mom (your Granny) used to sing/say that to Ian. “The wonderful thing about Tigger is that Tigger’s a wonderful thing” etc…..thanks for the fond memory. Time has flown!! sniff..sniff
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I laughed when I started reading you post — after having gotten the mental picture of you kissing (bussing) one or more of your resident beauties while posting something in your BLOG.
Nice thought don’t you think?
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For the word impaired, namely me, it was a French speaker who came to my aid. I couldn’t figure out what G. Grandpa Z. was talking about (bussing) until I was told that in French “baiser” pr. “beh-zay” means kiss. After some searching I did find “buss” in Webster’s and they too indicated that it also means “kiss” . Who knew? Tom Buss, did you know?
Anyway, “spooning” I heard first hand from Grandma Noble, but “buss” only heard it over the backyard fence when Charlotte was calling for Tom to come home!
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I knew it. I think I read it in People magazine or something years ago.
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Sounds like there is a conspiracy here by “Mom” and “Moi” to classify Grumpy G. as being ancient! {;
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