so we came back from our little trike ride... my wife gos to do her chores,sorting the Laundry ...now my dear sweet loving church going wife.. doesnt cuss..no matter what..make her mad...she get red in the face and using civil language will give you the tongue lashing of your life.. my wife is in the laundry room.. Im on the patio..wiping down the tricks and putting them away..when I heard her shout..sinking sink..(a moment of silents)then I heard.. filthy feathered flock.. I sneak in.. very slowly...without sound... to see her fighting with the laundry baskets... they have been stacked and stuck all together....she can not get them apart...she is red in the face...I can not hold back HA HA HA can I help you HA HA HA..she turns to look at me...I see Flames come from her eyes. I hear a grumbling sound come from her mouth..and out came the words again filthy feathered flock...she moves toward me..smiling like a tiger making the killing bite on her pray... I RUN... for my MAN SHED...while still laughing...make it just in time...she has since tossed all the laundry baskets at the door of my MAN SHED...But Im not going out to get them just yet...she maybe lurking in the dark...and I havent stopped laughing.. Good thing I re stocked my MAN SHED with all a man needs to get by with...I will wait a bit and then call Mother Hazel on the phone... to have her clear the way for me to get the baskets...after I stop laughing...filthy feathered flock...is this not the same as using real cuss words.... Ha Ha HA...I maybe here for a few hours... THANK YOU LORD FOR MY WIFE AND LIFE .
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 03:51:29 +0000
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