My fingerprints prove I am an Original.
The dust proves I am a slatternly housewife.
To take part in ABC Wednesday, pop along to mrs nesbitts place.
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Now just the thoughts of me and not my dog until I can persuade Husband we should get another.
My fingerprints prove I am an Original.
The dust proves I am a slatternly housewife.
To take part in ABC Wednesday, pop along to mrs nesbitts place.
xx
Taken in last week's sunshine.
On our way home we encountered a woman who was holding an umbrella down over her face. George normally walks on my left but as she approached, he skedaddled round the back of me so he could be on my right and have me in between him and this strange phenomenon. I don't blame him. I hate umbrellas.
I have been trying to decide which of the blogs I regularly visit qualify as chatty. I looked for blogs that are updated regulalry, that contain more personal than political or other news, and that entertain me. It was difficult but I've decided to pass the award onto:
and Cherrypie.
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lizhinds -- |
[noun]: A person with a sixth sense for detecting the presence of goblins |
'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com |
Whenever I spot people in the woods, even before George has seen them, I start shouting, 'George, don't jump up! George, don't jump up!' It's more to warn them that it is a possibility rather than in any real hope of my command being obeyed.
George has perfected the art of being simultaneously wet and dirty. Not a lot of dogs can do that.
'Or spell it.'
'Quite right, George.'