Reblogged from Barb Taub:
Last night, I heard coughing. It sounded like it was coming from beneath me.*
*[No, of course not. The Hub wasn’t even home. Get your mind out of that gutter.]
I sat up, stumbled out of bed and straight into what the dog had just thrown up.**
**[Yes, of course the Hub was in another city. It’s one of his superpowers. When someone at our house barfs, he’s usually in another city. Often another country. Frequently, another hemisphere…]
My children are grown. My grandchildren have their own parents on whom to barf. So what karmic imbalance dictates that I’m still being roused in the middle of the night?
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Remembering those good old days and chuckling now that they’re over… 🙂
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks, Jaye x
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Thanks so much for the reblog Sue! I raise my (second) cup of coffee to you! (That first one was emergency Rx once I got a look at the snow outside.)
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And the ‘n’th coffee raised in return! Snowing here too… Ani is in heaven. I’m frozen with the door open for her… 😉
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