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Possession 9/10 of law.......
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Fern(Mi)    Posted 02-27-2004 at 15:37:40       [Reply]  [No Email]

.....Herr Clink held the fortress, even denying me her stalwart up-standing husband entry. There I was seemingly only moments ago in the last yard I had just pour out these last two cows their grain. But only 3err4 steps from there I seamingly tripped upon something and landed full length flat on my face. Lifting my face, whipping away some brindle colored substance clouding my specks, I looked back. It wasn't a cow. Both of them busy chowing down their candy-corn. Ahead of me I saw Jail-Break (a kitten) who couldn't have done it, to small and would surely have been greased had he been caught where I landed.
I can tell ya, we've got a 2' thaw by the lmpression my face made in one connected cow pie.
Anyway, up to the house, Herr Clink met me at the door, "You're not coming in here looking like that." she announced. No problem. I simply removed my boots and slipped out of barnyard tux. That took care of most the orfaul smelly stuff. About ready to enter she hands me a bucket of water, "Now, go soak you head." she ordered.
Now, I ask is this an idealic way for a loving wife to treat her spouce. My standing sock footed in the cold snow numbing my souls, my toes becoming un-accountable. I couldn't get in the house without a dipped head and face.
Brrrrr.... That water was cold. It might have been luke warm handed out the door; but, rising to meet the cool afternoon/evening air, the water no longer felt warm.
Satisfied with my punishment she let me in. And none to soon the way I figure. If'en she had ever been waiting to get even, for something she might have imagined I should ever have done to her, she was doing it tonight and laughin her a__, well, never mind what she was getting off.
Allowed to drip my way through the house the wood stovess heat surely felt good. A bath out of the way my night shirt on. A lacy thing I resent but it feels good, I'm ready for supper and settled in.
Moral of this encounter, don't let all of this happen to you.
Fernan



toolman    Posted 02-27-2004 at 15:47:09       [Reply]  [No Email]
gonna have to get clipper get you a room UPSTAIRS, there fern, them gals will take good care of ya .


Dieselrider    Posted 02-27-2004 at 17:33:50       [Reply]  [No Email]
I suspect his misses knows he spent last night at the saloon and will have no more of it.:)


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