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I Was Just Trying to Hit John!

John was usually the one tattled upon but one fine day he cut a dido through the house, singsonging at the top of his lungs,”Kate threw a rock and broke a light on the car! Kate broke a light on the car! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah!

Kate was right behind him, wailing in panic. “I didn’t mean to! I was trying to hit John!” She didn’t get in a lot of trouble. She owed him a thousand times over for dirty tricks.”

Help! Help! Coffee Needed!

imageTerrifying incident this morning.  I couldn’t find my coffee pot.  Clearly, a sadist had broken in and robbed us, taking the most precious item in the house, cruelly leaving behind the coffee, the coffee maker, cream, and sugar.  I checked the dishwasher, refrigerator, sink, and pantry, before finally finding it in the cabinet where I store the cups.  By this time, my coffee was way overdue.  My heart still hasn’t settled down.