I'm glad you liked it. I had fun working on it this morning before work-work. Ron had the good camera with him at school, so I was using the older camera (which of course had a dead battery and a full memory card...) which kept giving me troubles. This afternoon, Tucker had your poem taped to his head, taped to his butt, he layed down next to it, and finally he went to bed and I got a shot. :)
Wow on the rock. It could have been an English muffin, nicely chewed. Either way, wow.
And that Tucker. He endured a whole lot for my birthday surprise. Give him some smoochies from granny annie.
Your day sounds like it fit the John Syndrome. You tell someone you can change their universal joints easy peasy only to find out that their whole under-carriage is rotted out and oh by the way, they also need new brakes and drums and pads, and the pitman rod is frozen up. ( actually, that would be on a sickle bar mower, but you get my drift here)... But you don't find this out until after the car is up on the lift and you've taken its wheels off so you can't drive it back to the guy. I can have a job thrown off over the wrong size screw. Only need one, too. One lousy screw, and the job comes to a complete halt. Lucky for me you were so clever about the camera and got everything to fall into place, AND the dog to flop on the bed. I'll bet he thought he could make it go away just by trying to sleep on it. Good Tuckie!
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Dear Ruth,
I am still laughing. I love the poems, the window, the stairs, and the dog. And is that a heart rock, or an English muffin eaten into a heart shape?
This is the best birthday gift ever!!!!!! How do you manage to top yourself every year?
For a prize, I think I'll send you a banana!
I love you too, and there will be more words of thanks forthcoming soon.
mom xoxoxo
Dear Mom,
It's a rock.
I'm glad you liked it. I had fun working on it this morning before work-work. Ron had the good camera with him at school, so I was using the older camera (which of course had a dead battery and a full memory card...) which kept giving me troubles. This afternoon, Tucker had your poem taped to his head, taped to his butt, he layed down next to it, and finally he went to bed and I got a shot. :)
Anyway, glad you liked it.
Love, ruth
Dear Ruth,
Wow on the rock. It could have been an English muffin, nicely chewed. Either way, wow.
And that Tucker. He endured a whole lot for my birthday surprise. Give him some smoochies from granny annie.
Your day sounds like it fit the John Syndrome. You tell someone you can change their universal joints easy peasy only to find out that their whole under-carriage is rotted out and oh by the way, they also need new brakes and drums and pads, and the pitman rod is frozen up. ( actually, that would be on a sickle bar mower, but you get my drift here)... But you don't find this out until after the car is up on the lift and you've taken its wheels off so you can't drive it back to the guy. I can have a job thrown off over the wrong size screw. Only need one, too. One lousy screw, and the job comes to a complete halt. Lucky for me you were so clever about the camera and got everything to fall into place, AND the dog to flop on the bed. I'll bet he thought he could make it go away just by trying to sleep on it. Good Tuckie!
I love my poems. You did good.
Love, mom
ps still smiling.
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