*We interrupt this lack of blogging for some comic relief:*
Larry: We had our first frost last night.
Me: "When the frost is on the pumpkin..." How does it go?
Larry: Your daddy's a bumpkin?
(Poetry fail!)
Me: Which smells worse - dog food breath or beer breath?
Larry: What about farts?
(These boys are trying to kill me!)
Saturday, November 8, 2014
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