Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
then goes on to say in the inside:
A Poem by Me for Mum.
Some Mums are Old & Dreary
They Moan & Groan all Day.
Some Mums are Sweet & Patient
Perfectly Gorgeous (thats what they say)
Some Mums are fierce & horrible
And scare you half to death,
And some are even meaner,
They have Smoke and Fire for breath!!
But my Mum's not old & yucky,
Or patient or fierce or horrible.
Or gorgeos or mean or a pain,
Cause my mum is the Greatest,
So I'd just like to say.
To a mum who is JUST RIGHT.
"The happiest of Mothers Days!"
Love (Mum-ee with a "y" at the end)
Her brother probably forget to get a card so he signed it too!
All the Capitals and Puntuation just as it was written (in running writing)
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Of course, all is said with 'touch in cheek', we are all entitled to our own preferences in food without fear or favour - some people even eat dogs!!??!! - which came from wolves.
Friday, January 2, 2009
However, Mousie saved the family reputation, she just LOVES 'em - you can see her eyeing off the ones that Possum wasn't going to eat.
We all had a lovely meal, thank you HB, and went home well sated.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Remember this the next time you are tempted to have a taste of Champers!! It was at the end of the school year, and a kindergarten teacher was receiving gifts from her pupils. The florist's son handed her a gift. She shook it, held it overhead, and said, "I bet I know what it is. Some flowers." " That's right" the boy said, "but how did you know?" "Oh, just a wild guess," she said. The next pupil was the candy shop owner's daughter. The teacher held her gift overhead, shook it, and said, "I bet I can guess what it is. A box of sweets." "That's right, but how did you know?" asked the girl. "Oh, just a wild guess," said the teacher. The next gift was from the son of the liquor store owner. The teacher held the package overhead, but it was leaking. She touched a drop of the leakage with her finger and touched it to her tongue. "Is it wine?" she asked. "No," the boy replied, with some excitement. The teacher repeated the process, taking a larger drop of the leakage to her tongue. "Is it champagne?" she asked. "No," the boy replied, with more excitement. The teacher took one more taste before declaring, "I give up, what is it?" With great glee, the boy replied, "It's a puppy!"
Hopefully not a St Bernard.