And by unwitting, I mean that they usually have no idea what I'm saying about them, in which case I have offered this small olive-branch: a pseudonym, as if that somehow will lessen their embarassment when they get old enough to realize I have been offering the world a running commentary on their life.
Thanks for the inspiration, Art, Bob, Chuck, Dot, and Ed.
And the man and me, Fred and Gert, the Head Chicken Herders.
3 comments:
Oh no! Is it rude that I cracked up when I read this and saw the picture! Gotta love when things like that happen!
HAAAA!! Did it explode up the back and out the leg holes, or did he just become basically socially unacceptable?
that totally cracks me up! I have so been there! Anyway, I don't have Michael till friday...maybe we can do something!
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