Well, it had to be done, didn't it? And since this is both the first and last post, I have won. Thank you all.
@ 4777 - I'm as old as my toes and a little older than my teeth. And I'm back! Fear not, I have the Prize still. Safely hidden.
And I took about 3,000 photos in Canada. Round every corner was yet another jawdropping astonishing view. I'm starting to sort and upload them, but it will take quite a while!
Aha! I knw where you live, so I'll be right around, and I'll have that prize, or there will be other jawdropping things to snap.
Blandishments of physical ferocity don't make any impression on me. And anyway, just in case, I've moved.
Another chair simply doesn't provide much of a challenge, young Kevin. But I assure you, I SHALL make an impression on you. Several.
Ah, but it is a challenge when the chair is in a different house. And city.
But thank you for the compliment - I haven't been called young for quite a while. I bow in deference to your octogenerianishness.
@4778: And now you need the prize to help you sort all the photos?
I really like your avatar, Gesine. But please don't make excuses for him. He stole the prize and must be punished.
Well, Kevin, it would be a challenge under those circumstances, but owing to your complete lack of imagination, it isn't, is it? And you insist on sitting next to the window, so I can see you.
Yes, a very nice avatar, Gesine.
The Prize is with me of his own volition. He loves helping to sort through photos, especially those ones I took of Dez when she wasn't looking and was wearing the.... no, I just can't say it.
But I do have a problem: I took so many shots in Canada that my computer's hard drive is now full to overflowing! That's the trouble with shooting in RAW; the files are enormous. Now I have to buy a standalone hard drive...
Fortunately it's safe to go out to the shops, as Dez has fallen for the decoy I left on the chair.
I did, but our relationship never stood a chance. He was so undemonstrative. We parted ways, and now I'm off to the shops.
Have a nice time. I'm already back home.
Me, too. You're looking very dapper today. Now hand over the prize.
Why, thank you for the kind compliment!
*sigh* That scratching noise you can hear is me sharpening my pointy stick. Listen and tremble.
Thanks for your complements on my Avatar.
A question: Is it sure that the prize is fine? Or only a working slave?
Oh, the Prize is absolutely fine. He is undoubtedly my finest slave - er, I mean, friend. He's much better off with me than with Madam Pointystick.
I resent being called names, even ones with flair.
Don't be silly. If the pointy sticks were flared they would splinter too easily.
I'll show you a better way to splinter them. C'mere!
Ha! Easily outdodged!
But you fell into my trap! You ran straight into my camouflaged cage, and the spring door snapped closed. Now you're trapped like a rat.
Here! What are you doing, catching my poor little cousin Bert? You let him out immediately!
Curses! Foiled again!
You're in foil? Baked? Or half-baked?
Nah, it's just the tin hat to keep THEM from reading my thoughts.