Several of us GALS were sitting at the bar examining the new $100 bill. Like a bunch of wide-eyed children, all in awe at the cleverness of the mint. We held it up to the light to see the water-mark on the right. Looking at it straight-on the number 100 was green, turning it sideways the number magically became black. Oooh. Ahhh.
And we felt the print, like plastic that could be peeled off. We compared it with an older bill and unanimously decided the new portrait of Hamilton was one of "stronger" character. Al told us there are teeny tiny words in those lines on his collar, or around the frame or something, he couldn't remember where. Nobody had a magnifying glass, so we couldn't verify it. Anybody know what it says? And where?
Karen knows what to do when she doesn't want to cook dinner and just lounge on the couch all evening. She lays out in the sun all day. Her man knows how tiring it makes a person and sympathizes with her. "Besides," she says, "if I spend 2 hrs. watching a movie in the afternoon, he feels I wasted my time and should have been doing *something*. This way I can kill the whole day because he thinks I'm doing something for *him*." (That's a man for you.)
Josh tells us his arm is back. Or, more like his shoulder after a bout of tendonitis kept him off the mound and put him on third base. Last night he pitched the whole game, giving up only two hits and striking out 11 batters. "My curve ball was really working," he said as he showed us how he did it.
Nikki was somehow overlooked at work and got the night off. So we decided to call a "Very Special GALS Club Meeting" and whoop it up. For starters, we all agreed to try that new restaurant on the other side of town. When we got there though, there was a long line, and none of us were too keen on standing in wait for 45 minutes. So we went to where she was *supposed* to be working. Telling US to behave ourselves. WE did (sortta). And now her co-workers have seen a side of her they didn't know existed. (No word yet on that raise.)
Philly tries to save money, really she does! But something happens and she's forced to spend it. Her Nissan seemed always to be in a state of repair, so when the engine blew, that was the last straw. She bought another car.
REPLIES-----
- Doolie...I'm just a sailor on the cyber-sea.
- Mindy...Surely you did *something* stupid this week.
- Eddie...Are you on some kind of medication?
AMERICA'S MOST DANGEROUS STREETS-----
And the intersections on which most accidents occur.
- New York City...6th Ave. and Broadway (Herald Square)
- Boston...Dorchester Ave. and Columbia Rd.
- San Francisco...Market St. and Van Ness Ave.
- Miami...State Road 860 and NE 15th Ave.
- Honolulu...Kalakaua Ave. and Kapiolani Blvd.
- San Diego...Euclid and Orange
- Oakland...MacArthur and Highway 35
- Baltimore...Greenmount Ave. and 39th St.
- Washington, D.C....7th St. and Pennsylvania Ave. NW
- Minneapolis...Nicollet Ave. South at Franklin Ave.
And coming next week, the last issue of the GALS Club Newsletter, as I'm giving it up.
Your President,
Kaye Coffey
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