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Clare, (Barb says, with embarrassed look on her face) Did I just reply to your message and call you Janice? And Janice - did you receive a message FROM me calling YOU "Clare?" OYEEEE! (Clutching ditsy (or maybe that should be DIZZY?) head while running wildly around in circles) Tell ya what ... no matter how many more emails there are awaiting my response, I'm gonna read-but-not-reply to 'em, unless the writer DEMANDS a reply (and then you can IMAGINE what kinda reply their gonna get from me!). I should never type OR drive when I'm this tired (and I DON'T drive when I'm tired! Must say how much I enjoy writing to ya all) <typing away> <LOL> Barb Mallut [log in to unmask] -----Original Message----- From: Clare Wilson <[log in to unmask]> To: [log in to unmask] <[log in to unmask]> Date: Monday, November 15, 1999 5:08 PM Subject: Re: Moving Day Posponed (Waaaah!) >In a message dated 11/15/99 3:00:16 PM Mountain Standard Time, >[log in to unmask] writes: > ><< Spanish tile floor done RIGHT (newly laid tile HAS to cure for a > day or two before being walked on or having furniture lugged > 'round on it) >> > >Barb, next year at this time you will not, repeat NOT, remember the pain of >this move or the agony of waiting for the floor to cure. I went through this >with >brick floors in my adobe house years ago......you will be glad you waited, and >in addition, you will NEVER move again...guaranteed. You WILL remember >l999 as "The year of the move" forever. >Clare