Indian summer
Pool closed, sprinklers put away
Just soak up the warmth
Tell me dear husband
Why it's so hard to grasp
what's recyclable?
My scalp is itchy
Please don't tell me it's that--No,
It's all in my head
Friday, September 21, 2007
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About that second one...my husband can't seem to remember what's to be recycled, or even what day the trash - any trash - goes out. It's astonishing.
LOL! It's in your head. :)
Delightful, all. Regarding the second: it's not hard to grasp; it's just easier his way. Or at least that's what I've discovered with my intelligent CFO husband.
*giggle*
I love this.
I love those.
Hey, we're Blog exchange partners this month!!
Nice to meet you.
You are a talent
Your ahhh'ku's? Entertaining.
Mayberry Mom rocks.
Love those! Around here, my husband is the recycling master. He will lecture anyone who doesn't throw their trash in the right place.
Oh, I love this. How creative. To say much with so little is truly a challenge and a talent.
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