Another relapse. Never my fault, of course. I came home from stocking up
on groceries in preparation for the upcoming storm, only to find this in the kitchen.
“What?” you ask.
Well, so did I, to which my husband replied. “I just couldn’t resist it.
Maybe we can hang it on the wall. Perhaps we know someone who has a horse.”
Next I’m invited into the dining room to try out a make-shift ping pong
table. Fair game. The grandkids are coming today. And besides, all of this gets
me laughing, which is usually a good thing. “Don’t be so serious, Bobs,” I tell
myself.
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