<p>When I was a kid we liked to jump off the upstairs balcony at our Tahoe house and then have to “swim” our way out of the snowbank.</p>
<p>I’m OK.</p>
<p>10 char</p>
<p>:::Passing the bar copy of, I’M OK, YOU’RE OK, down to Alum::: </p>
<p>Our Sinner’s Alley paperback has been shamelessly defiled. 
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<p>Someone --ahem, I don’t know who-- has scrawled, YOU SUCK! across the cheerful yellow cover next to Dr. Harris’ self-affirming proclamation that he’s okay. On the inside title page, another one of our resident authors has adjusted the title to read, “I’m OK–You Were OK, But Now You’re Trapped In This Hellhole With Us.”</p>
<p>The Sinner’s Alley version of I’M OK is a fun read. Sprinkled throughout each chapter are hand-written additional words of wisdom like…</p>
<p>I’m OK, You’re OK–Where Are My F*ing Keys?!
I’m OK, C’mon Over Here & Sit Next to Mommy
I’m OK…I LUV YOU, MAN!!
I’m OK, Touch My Cheeze Nips and Die, and
I’m OK…Wait, Whaz Yer Name Again?</p>
<p>If you turn the book sideways and flip through the pages real fast, there’s a stick-figure version of Cheers clogging on the bar in her chip baskets. Bravo, Senora! And, our other Sinner’s Alley feel-good book: Flaming Tequila Shots for the Soul. :)</p>
<p>LOL, sluggbugg. I’d forgotten all about I’m Okay, You’re Okay! Now, for more <em>insight</em> look up the reviews of the book on Amazon, particulary the comments of Thomas Foss and Jonathan T. Maxon . . .</p>
<p>Mootie – Ooochie-Ma-Ma! Marmot kisses on your stabbed paw. Don’t worry, they’ve had their shots.</p>
<p>I’m ok, you seem a little messed up?</p>
<p>I made time to make a cake because we had houseguests–2 kids still home or back home from college, plus a gf! So I had to be on my best behavior and provide a dessert! lol.</p>
<p>All went well, tho–the gf is nice, smart, and a good influence, I think. :)</p>
<p>Let me set the imaginary scene. Let’s pretend I’m gray haired. Let’s pretend I look like I’ve been ridden hard and put away wet (always loved that phrase). Let’s pretend while all suspect I have a heart of gold little evidence of it is seen that night. Let’s pretend I’m smoking cigarette after cigarette. Let’s pretend people are happily chatting about hearth and home and yes, apple bourbon cakes. Let’s say at the moment apple bourbon cakes are mentioned you see the gray haired woman in the corner light up yet another cigarette, order her fourth double bourbon and mutter to herself, “Count your blessings, honey.”</p>
<p>Let’s say the next day the gray haired lady comes back, all dressed in her grandmother’s tweed jacket, white button down shirt, a pair of Prada black pants and some well worn but still tasteful Ferragamo slingbacks. Pearls on display. Marc Jacobs bag to hand. Peeking out of the bag like a lucky rabbit’s foot, “I’m OK, You’re OK.” She strides to the bar, asks for a hot chocolate, skim milk, no whippped cream, one pump (yes, in this scene Sinner’s Alley is also the neighborhood Starbucks), and strides out again.</p>
<p>No one makes the gaffe of referring to anything whatsoever about the previous night. All is well. All is well, if we say so:).</p>
<p>Oh, did I mention she is also wearing marmot-fur cuffs, sheared from obliging marmots last summer when they got too hot?</p>
<p>“sheared from obliging marmots last summer when they got too hot?” That is hilarious. Welcome back to happy land alum. (Oops - I didn’t mean to mention last night…sorry.)</p>
<p>Quite a scene, AM. I’m afraid I’d burn myself to death smoking after three and starting the fourth double bourbon.</p>
<p>Hey! I just realized I missed my one YEAR CC anniversary a couple of days ago! Although I’ve peeked in SA once or twice already, I always told myself if I ever made it this far and long I’d come in here to celebrate! </p>
<p>So the next round is on me, everyone!!!</p>
<p>AM…good thing…what happens in Sinners’ Alley stays in Sinners’ Alley!</p>
<p>ooooooooooooh, roshke, CONGRATS on the one year CC anniv!!! Hey…make mine something with Midori, will ya!? And STRONG enough to knock out this crud that I have…<em>sigh</em> ~berurah</p>
<p>berurah, Thanks so much! You are sick? I am ordering you up some Roshke’s Chicken Soup on the double. Does THAT go well with Midori?? Somehow, I didn’t think so!!! Feel better soon!!!</p>
<p><em>lol</em> roshke~</p>
<p>Maybe I’ll make it a glass of white wine–with a Midori chaser! And thanks <em>SO</em> much for the “cybersoup”!! I NEED IT!!! :eek:</p>
<p>~b.</p>
<p>Is roshke’s Chicken Soup made with Flaming Tequila Shots? Because that is the chicken soup for the soul in Sinners Alley (credit sluggbugg, of course).</p>
<p>Far be it from me to make the gaffe of a reference to “the previous night,” but I - for one - do not believe that:</p>
<p>“I’m ok (ten char)” </p>
<p>is the statement of an okay person. And we cannot have one of our beloved Alley denizens be less than okay. No we can’t. However, I am willing to believe that a shot of Flaming Tequila for the Soul may have done the trick, or any of the variations of apple bourbon comestibles cited herein.</p>
<p>So sidle up to the bar, Alu, in your Ferragamos et al and let me look straight into your eyes to be sure all is well.</p>
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Works for me! :)</p>
<p>Keep the white wine away from your keyboard berurah! My keypad part is SO STICKY I can barely press the numbers down. It’s really annoying cause I use that for work!</p>
<p><em>lol</em> weenie!!! Don’t think the wine can get down in there for all of the crumbs… :o</p>
<p>Sounds like it’s time for you to get a new keyboard! I hope it’s not a laptop! :eek:</p>
<p>With this crew how could all not be well? I can’t stomach Midori but I could probably drink my chicken soup with flaming tequila shots - as long as I had an asbestos snood, I suppose. Bottoms up! All else fails I will just have to try to inhale leftover fumes from MY keyboard:).</p>
<p>BTW, I must confess, at the moment I am wearing large black sweatpants that belonged to my son before he grew taller than me, an old Microsoft t-shirt that they were handing out on the streets the 2nd year of JavaOne (mootie will know what it is), a black skateboarder sweatshirt with a hood that I actually god knows why bought for myself, my $12.00 drugstore reading glasses, and very old sheepskin slippers. Ferragamos are sleeping happily in the closet. However, as this is the Alley, I APPEAR rather like Glinda the Good Witch, floating from the ceiling in a puff of pink tulle surrounded by bubbles, in order to properly celebrate roshke’s anniversary.</p>
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I guess it will be tonight! Alumother sounds like you could use a bowl too. I’m guilty of eating and drinking near the computer also. Not a great thing to do, I know!</p>
<p>Alumother, Sorry, cross posted with you there - hope all is well!</p>