Omar was up early this morning, before me. I probably would have slept longer, but he was sitting in the middle of the tent banging on an old sauce pan with a wooden meat tenderizer.
Stumbling from my boudoir, I took a running leap at him and he managed to duck at the last moment foiling my effort to land a field goal with his ugly little head. He managed to duck into a cupboard before I could get hold of him. His day is coming, that little bugger.
I am seriously thinking about volunteering him for the Peace Corp...
2 comments:
That Omar *sigh*
It sounds as if you had a peaceful day. You did not mention if the sick was sucessfully installed or whether the size is still a factor?
Thanks so much for stopping by Stormi's blog. She is a really nice lady and in need of a self esteem boost. She's SO pretty I don't fathom she'll have much trouble meeting men. Whether it's the right one...well who knows?
Of course you're my friend Dennis. And I nicer one I don't think I've met. :-)
Atta girl Leann, whisper those sweet nothings in my ear.. you know I love it.
We can all relate to Stormie's situation, not everyone goes thru the reconstructive time required by divorce or death, but we've all walked down a path that wasn't always paved. She sounds like the kind of woman who will survive just fine in spite of the situations shes endured.
I like being your friend. We don't ever seem to have enough of them and the quality ones, like you, are the pearls of the oyster bed...
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