Boots has found out the hard way that kittens and recliners don’t mix. For all of us who own both, it might be an idea to locate kitty before you put your feet up.
This post is for all the scammers and tele-marketers out there that truly believe a portion of my money belongs to them, and that I have no better things to do with my time other than turn off my saw, trip over the cord, and track sawdust across my carpet as I race for the phone. I offer you this information
And just to keep this post in line with this site’s theme:
To the tele-marketer from Florida, who forgot what he was selling and talked to me for ten minutes about his parrot, then hung up without remembering to make the sales pitch:
You might want to look over your shoulder and see if the boss is watching…
(To my regular readers, I apologize for my unbridled frustration.)
Until that old buzzard’s resigned to his fate.
He’ll have turkey with stuffing and gravy, and pie,
Hot mashed potatoes and turkey piled high!
Yams that were candied with marshmallow goo,
And when that is finished, he’ll have turkey too!
It seems on Thanksgiving that Bobby can’t wait
To get a big piece of that bird on his plate.
But after Thanksgiving with the passing of days,
It seems that our Bobby has changed in his ways.
He’s had turkey daily and now has a hunch
That turkey will show up at school in his lunch.
So, if it is true that we are what we eat,
He’ll soon grow pinfeathers and forked turkey feet.
I know it’s not Helen Steiner Rice, but give me a break, I’ve been sick. Earlier this week as I sat at my computer whining about my runny…
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