A Poem

There once was a man with a knife
Who sliced off the head of his wife
He boiled it up
And had it for sup
And was full for the rest of his life.

My Dog

My dog is getting on my last nerve.

That's all.

Limping

I'm limping again. No, I didn't cut my foot. It's a mental limp. Caused by post thanksgiving arguments. Over where we will go next year. Can you believe it? Where we will go next year.

I had a wonderful Thanksgiving this year. Right here in my own home. I cooked all day, relaxed and visited with family.
I don't want to go anywhere else for Thanksgiving next year. I'm going to stay home. Sorry everybody.

Happy Holidays