The phone rang one day. Without introduction, I heard the familiar, deep voice of one of my son’s friends. “Miss Linda, is that story about the pony true?”
“Yep!” The last thing I heard was gales of laughter as I hung up.
If you are the sensitive type, skip this story.
Many years ago when my son was young, we were hauling a load of tree trimmings to the landfill. As my husband backed the truck up to unload, I spotted a dead pony, bloated with all four legs stuck up in the air. Without thinking, I said, “Hey, John. Do you want a pony?”
Of course he said, “Yes!”
“Well, there’s one right over there!”
“Wahhh!!!!!”
I swear it was not intentional. Sometimes I think there is a disconnect between my brain and my mouth!
This is for you, Lee Perkins
Nutsrok 
Wait ~ there’s supposed to be a connection between our brains and our mouths? Are you sure? 😆
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That’s just a rumor.
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Oh, GOOD! What a relief ~ I was worried there for a minute!
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Sorry. I miss having John and David to pun with.
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We are competitive like that in our family.
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It was spur of the moment, and you let loose your unbridled tongue. You knew he wouldn’t be saddled with grooming that animal. That’s the mane point.
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Oh, Lordy
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Oh, Anne, Anne, A-a-a-anne!…
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Nice post 🌅🌅
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