New York: one woman, many plants, twelve seasons.
So I guess by now the bag has... shrunk?
Well, I haven't :-)
Just one more piece of evidence that we were separated at birth.
You have chipped my resolutions.
But then again, I always had one on my shoulder...
Mary - finished the packet today. Feel much better!Beence - If you're not careful we'll pass each other like chips in the night.
No worries, but to get from one chip to the other, one of us will have to take a dip.
What do they call the guy in the monastery who cooks the potatoes?The friar?No! The chipmonk!Baddabing..I declare an END to all chip jokes.
Ag no man, I still wanted to chip in a last one!
You're making a guy of yourself, Guy!:-)
Ooh, I love Doritos too. Once that bag pops you can't stop, until they are all gone! x