October 23, 2012 @ 2:46 pm | Filed under: These People Crack Me Up
The girls told me they’d seen a dead opossum on their walk.
“It was so sad, Mom. Just lying there.”
“So we named it Commander O’Possum. He was Irish, you see.”
Feels that Way Sometimes, Doesn’t It?
Six of one, half dozen of the other
“He felt he had no choice but to side with the pencils.”
Color me stumped