Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for February 22, 2020

Happens to the best of us.

Me too. We must be sisters from another mother.

And it rhymes, too. You go, Aunty!

“how quiet the woods would be if only the best birds sang. . .”

Some people’s lives are meant to serve as a caution to others.

Gotcha on the last one, Aunty.

Then you changed shirts.

And a foot in my mouth.

It took the Neonatal surgeons hours just to get the Heart back inside her chest.

After that screw up, the Obstetrician lost his license.