A Breather

House washed; dogs washed; me washed.  Hub’s gone to fetch the visitors from the station.  I have ten minutes to spare and this prompt just arrived:

Pick something you don’t like, and choose to accept it.

I pick my nose.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Sorry, I’m high on cleaning fluids.

Look At Me, Look At Me, Look At Me Now

What occupation did you want as a child?

Believe it or not…writer.  I also fancied being a teacher and an actress.

Are you sensing a pattern?

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5.5.11

Today’s pretty date, and how many things I’ll be doing per second, minute and hour in order to get the house straight for house guests arriving this afternoon.  I really shouldn’t leave things to the last minute.

I’ll be back tomorrow to reply to your comments and visit your blogs (I hope they’re clean).

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Joke 42

On the way to preschool, the doctor had left her stethoscope on the car seat.  Her little girl picked it up and began playing with it.

Be still, my heart, thought the doctor, my daughter wants to follow in my footsteps and be a doctor too.

Then the child spoke into the instrument: “Welcome to McDonald’s. May I take your order?”