So am I, Debbie, so am I! Mail's in, but no Big Ugly today. Gerda, I am sending you a PM so we can make sure address is correct. I am not very familiar with the Canadian postal system. Do you have the option of putting a tracer on it?

Meg

Oh My that is a lot of traveling. Yes, I agree Oknana we will have to write that on the label so everyone will remember how far Ole Ugly traveled to get that ugly.

Meg you and Jacqui are just too KOOOOOOOOOL!!! I was never much of a Star Trekkie but I listened to it many times while my brothers watched it. I think you two have captured the essence of each character. Gotta love the laughter we share together ladies!!!

Connie

IF I did the calculations right, it is almost 11,000 EACH TIME for the trip to Mass to Australia, then back to Mass, and then back again to Australia. That alone racked up 33,000 miles! pOOR OLE THANG I bet he is tired of the ocean for a while! LOL!

I think Ole ugly will need a blue ribbon for all his travels! Who ever winds up with it, could put it in a County Fair, and although it most likely won't win no beauty contest, I bet it'd make a interesting converstation piece for all to see!
Um! Just might have to do this if HE comes to my home to live!

Maybe we should have our own virtual quilt show.

Meg

We could use the Holodeck captain
seriously though thats a great idea Meg
Jacqui

Meg - did Ugly get there yet? Maybe he's paraskevidekatriaphobic and will wait till tomorrow...

It's weird is what it is, I mailed him and Miss Pretty at the same time and same PO, and Debbie got Miss Pretty a few days ago!! And hers had farther to go!!! Is Ol' Ugly doing some sightseeing somewhere again?? Wonder who he'll hook up with next. Hmmm, he'd better behave!!

Gerda

T’was the morn of Friday the 13th
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring;- not even my computer mouse.
My Christmas swap blocks were laid on the table with care,
In hopes that the final one soon would be there.
Dalmatian fabric lay strewn across my bed
As visions of new quilts danced in my head;
I sat down to sew, with a cat in my lap
(he was preparing for a mid-morning nap!)
When out in the street there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter!
Away to door I hobbled quite slowly,
Tripped over the dog and he growled, though lowly.

The overcast sky, as bright as the pre-dawn,
Lent a quality of eeriness to the scene on my lawn,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Michigan State Trooper and eight trucks in the rear.
With the look on his face, I was filled with great guilt
For I knew in a moment it was that Big Ugly Quilt!
More rapid than eagles, these specialists they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name;
"Now EPA! Now CDC! S.W.A.T. team over here!
Go DPW! Go Army Corps of Engineers!
Down the street, across the lawn, get to work all!
So then we can dash away, dash away all!"
The sirens did blare, the sirens did scream,
It all seemed like a very bad dream;
And the lights bathed my house in a constant red glow.
Oh, how I wished they all would just go!

They spoke not a word, but each went to his job.
(I thought I saw one give me a wink and a nod!)
The first to come up my drive, for this was the path by which my guest would arrive,
Were men dressed in white- air packs strapped to their girth;
They swept the drive clean of both leaves and of earth.
Next came the Army men who built an arbor over which they did drape
Large sheets of thick plastic so no ugliness could escape!
Next came the CDC doctors- with needles in their grip,
They seemed quite delighted by the shots in my hip!
Only then, when the scene was completely sterilized
Came one lone man who I soon realized
Was my mailman, Steve, and the look on his face was one of total relief.
As he handed off the package, he was heard to have said
One simple sentence that filled me with dread!
“Meg, these swaps must stop today for the simple reason- I don’t get hazard duty pay!
“Our mission’s complete!” shouted the trooper with glee
And soon my yard was as empty as before the delivery.
I heard him call out to me, “By the way, Captain Kirk won’t be here, see,”
As he dispersed the neighbors who had gathered like seagulls,
“Scottie beamed him down to a show called ‘Boston Legal!’


with sincere apologies to Clement Moore

Meg

Meg, you are priceless!!! You and Doreen are definitely the queens of quips (and poetry)!!

BTW, glad ol' Ugly finally showed up!! Now go make him uglier (is that possible?!???)

Gerda

ROFLOL you go girl
I love it
Jacqui