Originally Posted by marshmallow
You should find that business and leave a review for their terrible snacks. j/k
Tastes? Have you taste tested it?
Sorry couldn't help it!
Happy Birthday! I hid a dead body in your backyard to celebrate. Good luck finding it under the cement. You can only use a stick to look for it.
I laughed too. It's one of those once you've tasted it, the smell will always remind you of the taste, types of things.Tastes? Have you taste tested it?
Sorry couldn't help it!
Marshmallow here is the one I liken to Ed Gein... Originally Posted by Heartbroken1
Tastes? Have you taste tested it?
Sorry couldn't help it!LMAO, I didn't even notice that is what she said. Poor Marshmellow will never be able to forget that taste!
Earlier this week someone knocks on our door. I thought it was the neighbor and didn't want to talk to them so I whispered to my husband to not answer the door. They rang several times and I just rolled my eyes and shook my head no. I wait a few minutes and peep and they are gone. I open the door and see that there's a certified mail notice on my door. Crap...it wasn't the neighbor, it was the mailman. About 10 minutes later my husband walks out front to go to the mailbox (it's not up by our front door) and there in the driveway is the mailman. His mailtruck broke down. He was like "oh, hey, sorry that my mailtruck broke down in your driveway, but here's your certified mail since you didn't answer the door when I rang the doorbell". Oops. I thought it was funny but was a little bit embarrassed too.
So he realized you were ducking him
"The love for all living creatures is the most noble attribute of man" -Charles Darwin
YeahSo he realized you were ducking him
Ha ha - I could totally see myself doing the exact same thing.
he probably doesn't like your neighbor either!
Marshmallow here is the one I liken to Ed Gein... Originally Posted by Heartbroken1
Bewitching your rep reminded me of our recent walk across.
1st thing: think before you take a way too long walk. We couldn't park near the bridge so we parked on the Island (US side) and had to walk across one bridge and down the hill to the bridge to Canada. Then we walked all the way down past the flowers and to Dufferin Islands. All good right? Nope, we still had to walk back. We walked over 8 miles and we were hurting badly.
2nd thing: as we walked past the Horse Shoe Falls on our long trek back, the Mr asked me "are you hungry?" I said "a little why?" and he said "we could go over and get you some wax if you are"
He's very lucky I love him.
Here's proof of this storyIMG_8452.jpgIMG_8348.jpg
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Marshmallow here is the one I liken to Ed Gein... Originally Posted by Heartbroken1
Aw!!! Okay, those pictures are amazing.
Came across these pictures while sorting digital photos tonight and had to share the story.
Setting: Gatlinburg, TN - 11 October 2010 - A small Gazebo Wedding in the Woods
Everyone arrived together and while the Bride & Groom stepped aside to have a last-minute meeting with the preacher, the Bride's DIL and I strolled over to look at the gazebo. An adorable cross-eyed cat came running over to us and was very friendly, purring, chatting, wanting to be petted. He was so sweet, I took a picture of him:
DIL and I were both making a fuss over him and laughing and commenting about his little crossed-eyes. "Aw, look.... he likes me..." "No, he's looking at ME!" "Hey, you lookin' at me?" That kind of thing, we were just cracking ourselves up. Suddenly Mr. Tisha got that eye-bulging, tight-lipped, shutyourmouth look on his face and I realized the Bride & Groom were standing behind me introducing the preacher to the guests.
As I was turning around to meet the preacher, hand extended, I said, "We were just laughing about the wee cat's cros- " and I suddenly understood my husband's expression.
I. Was. Mortified.
Almost 13 years later, we still laugh about it every time we get together.
You are talking to a woman who has laughed in the face of death, sneered at doom and chuckled at catastrophe.
...Collector of Chairs. Reader of Books. Hater of Nutmeg...
OMG, that is hilarious! Was that his cat? That would've been the greatest.Came across these pictures while sorting digital photos tonight and had to share the story.
Setting: Gatlinburg, TN - 11 October 2010 - A small Gazebo Wedding in the Woods
Everyone arrived together and while the Bride & Groom stepped aside to have a last-minute meeting with the preacher, the Bride's DIL and I strolled over to look at the gazebo. An adorable cross-eyed cat came running over to us and was very friendly, purring, chatting, wanting to be petted. He was so sweet, I took a picture of him:
DIL and I were both making a fuss over him and laughing and commenting about his little crossed-eyes. "Aw, look.... he likes me..." "No, he's looking at ME!" "Hey, you lookin' at me?" That kind of thing, we were just cracking ourselves up. Suddenly Mr. Tisha got that eye-bulging, tight-lipped, shutyourmouth look on his face and I realized the Bride & Groom were standing behind me introducing the preacher to the guests.
As I was turning around to meet the preacher, hand extended, I said, "We were just laughing about the wee cat's cros- " and I suddenly understood my husband's expression.
I. Was. Mortified.
Almost 13 years later, we still laugh about it every time we get together.
Happy Birthday! I hid a dead body in your backyard to celebrate. Good luck finding it under the cement. You can only use a stick to look for it.
Sorry about that, whew is that embarrassing. Foot in mouth.Came across these pictures while sorting digital photos tonight and had to share the story.
Setting: Gatlinburg, TN - 11 October 2010 - A small Gazebo Wedding in the Woods
Everyone arrived together and while the Bride & Groom stepped aside to have a last-minute meeting with the preacher, the Bride's DIL and I strolled over to look at the gazebo. An adorable cross-eyed cat came running over to us and was very friendly, purring, chatting, wanting to be petted. He was so sweet, I took a picture of him:
DIL and I were both making a fuss over him and laughing and commenting about his little crossed-eyes. "Aw, look.... he likes me..." "No, he's looking at ME!" "Hey, you lookin' at me?" That kind of thing, we were just cracking ourselves up. Suddenly Mr. Tisha got that eye-bulging, tight-lipped, shutyourmouth look on his face and I realized the Bride & Groom were standing behind me introducing the preacher to the guests.
As I was turning around to meet the preacher, hand extended, I said, "We were just laughing about the wee cat's cros- " and I suddenly understood my husband's expression.
I. Was. Mortified.
Almost 13 years later, we still laugh about it every time we get together.
Cross eyed kittties are my absolute fave
I have one I will never forget. I was in the 6th grade, and my mom was driving me, and the 2nd most popular girl in school home. We passed a yellow house, and it caused my mom to go on a tangent about how ugly yellow houses are. We pull up to Kelly's house, and its yellow. I was mortified.
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"The love for all living creatures is the most noble attribute of man" -Charles Darwin
That is hilarious! Have to ask now, who was the 1st most popular girl in school?Sorry about that, whew is that embarrassing. Foot in mouth.
Cross eyed kittties are my absolute fave
I have one I will never forget. I was in the 6th grade, and my mom was driving me, and the 2nd most popular girl in school home. We passed a yellow house, and it caused my mom to go on a tangent about how ugly yellow houses are. We pull up to Kelly's house, and its yellow. I was mortified.
Annie
"The love for all living creatures is the most noble attribute of man" -Charles Darwin
So not Angie then?
Oh man, your mom was only 1 letter off from making you the most popular girl
Happy Birthday! I hid a dead body in your backyard to celebrate. Good luck finding it under the cement. You can only use a stick to look for it.
Best comment of the day!!!Oh man, your mom was only 1 letter off from making you the most popular girl
It WAS his cat! His name was Mikey, and the story only gets crazier from there as the preacher launched into a tale none of us were quite prepared for. Apparently, Mikey used to be one of FIFTEEN cats cared for by the good preacher, but one night, about 2AM, the preacher was awakened by "the loudest ruckus you ever did hear." There were growls and hollers "something fierce" and he said it felt like it went on forever. We stood listening, wide-eyed and slack-jawed hoping for a positive outcome but fearing the worst . When morning came he went outside to investigate and found 14 of Mikey's siblings "torn to pieces" alllllllll over the place [sweeping his hand across the woods to demonstrate the magnitude of the massacre]. "A tail here, a head there...." To this day he doesn't know what did it, but Mikey survived. And just like that he perked up, smiled and said, "Now shall we get on with the ceremony?" True story. Actually, the BEST part of the story - but it wasn't my embarrassing moment so I didn't include it here.
Whether or not that story was true is always part of the discussion when this incident comes up in conversation (which is often). I can't think of any creature (other than something not of this world) that could round up and kill 14 roaming cats in one night. They would be running, hiding under bushes, climbing into trees, under gazebos. I think he was teaching me a mean lesson about laughing at his cross-eyed buddy.
Exactly, they make me giggle. Mikey was no exception.Sorry about that, whew is that embarrassing. Foot in mouth.
Cross eyed kittties are my absolute fave
I have one I will never forget. I was in the 6th grade, and my mom was driving me, and the 2nd most popular girl in school home. We passed a yellow house, and it caused my mom to go on a tangent about how ugly yellow houses are. We pull up to Kelly's house, and its yellow. I was mortified.
Yikes on the yellow house. I would have been mortified too. Mothers, eh?
You are talking to a woman who has laughed in the face of death, sneered at doom and chuckled at catastrophe.
...Collector of Chairs. Reader of Books. Hater of Nutmeg...
I love how he told the dramatic story and then went on with the ceremony.It WAS his cat! His name was Mikey, and the story only gets crazier from there as the preacher launched into a tale none of us were quite prepared for. Apparently, Mikey used to be one of FIFTEEN cats cared for by the good preacher, but one night, about 2AM, the preacher was awakened by "the loudest ruckus you ever did hear." There were growls and hollers "something fierce" and he said it felt like it went on forever. We stood listening, wide-eyed and slack-jawed hoping for a positive outcome but fearing the worst . When morning came he went outside to investigate and found 14 of Mikey's siblings "torn to pieces" alllllllll over the place [sweeping his hand across the woods to demonstrate the magnitude of the massacre]. "A tail here, a head there...." To this day he doesn't know what did it, but Mikey survived. And just like that he perked up, smiled and said, "Now shall we get on with the ceremony?" True story. Actually, the BEST part of the story - but it wasn't my embarrassing moment so I didn't include it here.
Whether or not that story was true is always part of the discussion when this incident comes up in conversation (which is often). I can't think of any creature (other than something not of this world) that could round up and kill 14 roaming cats in one night. They would be running, hiding under bushes, climbing into trees, under gazebos. I think he was teaching me a mean lesson about laughing at his cross-eyed buddy.
Exactly, they make me giggle. Mikey was no exception.
Yikes on the yellow house. I would have been mortified too. Mothers, eh?
Aliens. Only explanation.It WAS his cat! His name was Mikey, and the story only gets crazier from there as the preacher launched into a tale none of us were quite prepared for. Apparently, Mikey used to be one of FIFTEEN cats cared for by the good preacher, but one night, about 2AM, the preacher was awakened by "the loudest ruckus you ever did hear." There were growls and hollers "something fierce" and he said it felt like it went on forever. We stood listening, wide-eyed and slack-jawed hoping for a positive outcome but fearing the worst . When morning came he went outside to investigate and found 14 of Mikey's siblings "torn to pieces" alllllllll over the place [sweeping his hand across the woods to demonstrate the magnitude of the massacre]. "A tail here, a head there...." To this day he doesn't know what did it, but Mikey survived. And just like that he perked up, smiled and said, "Now shall we get on with the ceremony?" True story. Actually, the BEST part of the story - but it wasn't my embarrassing moment so I didn't include it here.
Whether or not that story was true is always part of the discussion when this incident comes up in conversation (which is often). I can't think of any creature (other than something not of this world) that could round up and kill 14 roaming cats in one night. They would be running, hiding under bushes, climbing into trees, under gazebos. I think he was teaching me a mean lesson about laughing at his cross-eyed buddy.
Exactly, they make me giggle. Mikey was no exception.
Yikes on the yellow house. I would have been mortified too. Mothers, eh?
Happy Birthday! I hid a dead body in your backyard to celebrate. Good luck finding it under the cement. You can only use a stick to look for it.
It WAS his cat! His name was Mikey, and the story only gets crazier from there as the preacher launched into a tale none of us were quite prepared for. Apparently, Mikey used to be one of FIFTEEN cats cared for by the good preacher, but one night, about 2AM, the preacher was awakened by "the loudest ruckus you ever did hear." There were growls and hollers "something fierce" and he said it felt like it went on forever. We stood listening, wide-eyed and slack-jawed hoping for a positive outcome but fearing the worst . When morning came he went outside to investigate and found 14 of Mikey's siblings "torn to pieces" alllllllll over the place [sweeping his hand across the woods to demonstrate the magnitude of the massacre]. "A tail here, a head there...." To this day he doesn't know what did it, but Mikey survived. And just like that he perked up, smiled and said, "Now shall we get on with the ceremony?" True story. Actually, the BEST part of the story - but it wasn't my embarrassing moment so I didn't include it here.
Whether or not that story was true is always part of the discussion when this incident comes up in conversation (which is often). I can't think of any creature (other than something not of this world) that could round up and kill 14 roaming cats in one night. They would be running, hiding under bushes, climbing into trees, under gazebos. I think he was teaching me a mean lesson about laughing at his cross-eyed buddy.
Exactly, they make me giggle. Mikey was no exception.
Yikes on the yellow house. I would have been mortified too. Mothers, eh?
well now I have questions. 1. what went all killer on the herd of kitties? 2. they say that animals start to resemble their owners and vice versa, so did they both start out that way or did one of them morph over time?
Marshmallow here is the one I liken to Ed Gein... Originally Posted by Heartbroken1
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