I was going through mother’s photos when I came across this gem of me and Santa when I was at the tender age of six. I don’t know about you, but Santa looks sauced to me. What do you think?
Don’t worry you guys, he isn’t dead. I startled him one day while coming out my back door and the little bugger made a break for it and got himself stuck in my fence. I took a photo with my cell phone to text the guys who were fishing and ask them to come in to help. He freed himself before they could help. Largest groundhog I’ve ever seen. Being not always right, I thought this made a funny meme.
I was a mess when I showed up at Jo’s ranch wanting to learn how to ride, I just didn’t realize it yet. I really didn’t trust anyone anymore and I had shut down emotionally. Being “just a housewife” was taking it’s toll. I’m more than that, but I don’t always believe that. Riding saved me in a lot of ways.
I forgot to finish this post before scheduling. — oh well. it works. You can find the rest of this story by clicking this link: The Dance of My People
Admit it, you just sang didn’t you.
My apologies to any Jewish friends who might be offended, however I do hope you see the ironic humor in this. Someone needs to educate this grocer.