On 28 August last year I posted the following, for the Weekly Photo Challenge, Up:
I give up.
He’s been fixing it up for nine months.
The Hub is fixing this up.
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I thought I was being clever.
The Hub has had the last laugh – here it is, almost twelve months later:
It got as far as the top of the cabinet in my hallway.
I think we might start airport-like body cavity searches in this house. Just for fun, you know. Then we’ll see who’s laughing.
From ahajokes.com.
A car was involved in an accident in a street. A large crowd gathered. A reporter, anxious to get his story, could not get near the car.
Being a clever sort, he started shouting, “Let me through! Let me through! I am the son of the victim.”
The crowd made way for him.
Lying in front of the car was a donkey.
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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