Joyce has been making fun of me again, telling stories that (though technically true) really verge on violating her marital vow. Sweetheart, that was: "Love, Honor and Obey."
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The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
5 comments:
Hey, who can resist telling a story about our husband watering the neighbors cat??? lol
your new addiction to the facebook game on farming is just too much fun not to blog about. all this constant clicking---and then hearing you speak a foriegn language about prizes, and black sheep, and doing work for other farmers...I just can't figure out the purpose of the game, and I wonder what the propaganda is behind it. or is it just a time eater?? and you are so sensitive about your watermelon crop...
Is the issue actually the tree? Could it be instead of chickens in a tree someone wishes it was Joyce and Bob... K-I-S-S-I-N-G?
:)
Jenn--
Our tree-climbing days are long past.
Joyceee--
Watermelons are a touchy subject.
Mrs JP--
I'm only returning the favor -- the neighbor's cats sprinkle our garage every chance they get.
There's shots you can give a cat for peeing in the garage, and it'll stop real quick...
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