So much for the poetic waxing. Enough already.
Overheard from 10th grade girl: "Oh, eewww! I'm never letting my parents mess with my stuff again. They, like, gave me a morgue pen." (Then reads name of funeral home on her pen.)
Overheard from 10th grade girl: "Oh, eewww! I'm never letting my parents mess with my stuff again. They, like, gave me a morgue pen." (Then reads name of funeral home on her pen.)
Tammy I am laughing out loud. Loved your poetic blog yesterday. Linda
ReplyDeleteThanks, Linda, but you were right--this snow thing gets old!
ReplyDeleteSo funny! Glad the snow is finally melting! I got commended yesterday by our repairman, for having no snow and ice on my front walk. Dare I take credit for my husband's shoveling?
ReplyDeleteToo Funny! I was just thinking yesterday, as I was driving home from errands, that the snow is in that ugly stage now. It morphed from beautiful winter wonderland into slushy, dirty, piles of stuff that look like coal! Is there any deep meaning in that....like getting a lump of coal in your Xmas stocking?
ReplyDeleteI think you should take credit for the snow melting in the first place--what the heck!
ReplyDeleteAnd Becky, I like that idea of black slush being the modern-day lump of coal. Ewww!
T'Mara, would you give The New Barker permission to reprint The Best Dog in the World in an upcoming issue?
ReplyDeleteAnna Cooke
Editor
The New Barker
www.thenewbarker.com
oops. and if the answer is yes, can you contact me via email at anna@thenewbarker.com?
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