Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Apparently my Christmas was just like Lethal Weapon 3...complete and utter shite.
New Year is looking that way since the laundry just flooded because the stupid washing machine hose has been doing a slow sneaky leak for the past week until it cranked up enough energy to blast off the tap. I liked LW3, it was 4 that was shite. Never mind Fleetwood, only a few hours to go til Tattslotto is all mine and I'll make next Christmas a hangover you'll remember.
I also have tickets in lotto. The jackpot here tonight is $30 million. Wish me luck.
I wish you luck River because I certainly didn't have any. It always amazes me how my sister can pick some l00 to one nag in the middle of nowhere but can't pick a decent number in Tattslotto.
Erk! Spew, vomit...mine is like a very Brady Christmas...
Therese, that is so true except for the un-mentionable sister and having no Don. Come to think of it, that's the kind of answer that would have had him roaring with laughter.
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