My dad says, "That new profile picture you put up on your blog puts ten years on you. I liked the other one better."
To which I replied, "Wow, thanks for the honesty."
And it might, but I like it any way...sorry dad. I'm not changing it, until I'm tired of seeing it.
My Dad came and fixed both my washer and dryer yesterday. The washer was flooding and the dryer squeaked so loud I couldn't run it at night. He fixed the dryer with super glue. Maybe, I should start calling him MacGyver. I told him it was a Christmas miracle, we now have clean clothes. But, in my house a miracle comes with comedy. I reached into the pipe in the wall that the hot air goes out of to grab a big lump of lint. Erm, not lint...entirely, a dead bird covered in lint. Yuck!
I've washed my hand many times and still can't touch my food with it.
5 comments:
Tifferbob- you are hilarious. You should post more because your posts are so funny to read. Just saying. No pressure. Merry Christmas.
YUCK! How did a bird get there? Go Tifferbob's Dad. :-)
That is hilarious...but I'd probably be the same way about touching things!
Roxcy, it must have climbed into the outside vent thinking it was warm.
So gross!!!!!!! That makes me want to wash my hands. And you do not look ten years older in your photo, you look beautiful and young as always!
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