A grandmother
pretends she doesn't know
who you are on Halloween.
~Erma Bombeck
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Several readers have asked for a recent picture of me:
That's me on the right drinking yet another nonfat latte!
I wonder if my grandmother would recognize me?
Happy Halloween!
These witches are from 'A Brewed Awakening' drive through in Port Angeles
and that's Fredrick as a chicken with his mother.
That is the cutest darn chicken I have ever seen.
ReplyDeleteThese are fantastic, Roberta.I can't believe Fredrick has grown so much.
ReplyDeleteBut are you sure those latte's are doing you any good. I'd ditch them if I were you. Try whisky. Clears the cobwebs away any day.:-))
Blessings