Pining for the Fjords….

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Some days, it just doesn’t pay to put on a bra…

I was supposed to go see the eye doctor this morning.

I say “supposed to”, because after getting all dressed up (which for me means “wear a nice T-Shirt”), I waited until the appointed time, went out to the garage, turned the key in the ignition, and….

Nothing.

Darn thing didn’t even make a sound, so I know it’s deader than dead.

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Speaking of “deader than dead”, Sarah opened up the back door a little while later and informed me that there was a dead kitten on the back porch.

The “kitten” had a curly tail and a pointy snout.

So THAT’S what baby possums look like….

“Tell us, Mrs. Koch – when did your drinking problem begin?”

About Teresa in Fort Worth, TX

A short, fat, middle-aged, happily-married, mother of 4 daughters. A former high school valedictorian (way back in the Stone Age), a Civil Engineering major in college, a middle-of-the-road Conservative, and a moderate Methodist. I know just enough to get myself in trouble....
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5 Responses to Pining for the Fjords….

  1. Jay in Ames says:

    One Tequila,
    Two Tequila,
    Three Tequila,
    FLOOR!

  2. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

    It’s like a mirror of my life. Of course, with me it was the pants I forgot one morning….

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