On the FOURTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS,
call your birds home, PLEASE!
(These horns may help.)
. . . my true love gave to me
four calling birds,
three french hens,
two turtle doves,
and a partridge in a pear tree!
Just as he promised, Dave was the one who sacrificed life and limb for tonight's escapades. Or, should I say, "ice"capades? Look out everybody! He's sliding outta control down that steep driveway! Aaaaiiiiiiiii . . . . Dave? Dave? Oh, Dave. Yoohoo! How many fingers am I holding up? Eleven? Close enough. You're fine.
3 comments:
You are so clever! I love seeing what each new day brings!
Last year, Doug and I were taking some deliveries around and I was the one walking up to the doors. At one house Doug looked away for a minute and then looked back and he said to himself, "Where did Lisa go?" I seriously was almost under the car!!!! You've got to watch out for that black ice!! We laughed all the way home!
Skating with the Stars, Dave style!
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