A woman dragged a store manager all over a parking lot to find her car. When they did, the manager noted the bright red canoe strapped to the top of the car.
Well played, Mom.
To quote a sermon I heard recently: “Sometimes he calms the storm; sometimes he calms you.”
No one wants the wages of sin.
I see that a trip to the vet is coming. Annual check-up announced by postcard.
Then flap your arms like a chicken.
Think of it as Christmas acupuncture.
Christmas is a season not a day. There are twelve days of Christmas.
There is no point in suffering in silence unless there is someone around to hear you.
I have always thought the Canadian “Halloween Apples” was so much friendlier.