But it probably will rain this weekend....
Waiting for the Hummingbirds to arrive... got one feeder out...
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Stormy morning yesterday.......
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What can you say??
"Keep spending"???
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The old man sez: Wake up.....Fools....
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He wants to know whats going on??
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You had Groceries??
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I still got my drink....(in the holder)
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Play time.......
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Your cute...just wait till the cats see you......
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Just seemed the thing to do!!
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One way to make money....
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A good reader??
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Time to go, after this pic....
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~~ Petewete...Went for my routine check up today and everything seemed to be going fine....
until he stuck his index finger up my arse! Do you think I should change dentists? ☼
~~ My neighbour knocked on my door at 2:30am this
morning,
can you believe that 2:30am?!
Luckily for him I was still up playing my Bagpipes.
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~~ "Lady, there's something on the back of your pants.
I said, dusting her butt lightly.
"It doesn't want to come off!" I exclaimed,
rubbing more briskly.....
"What is it?" she asked, starting to look annoyed.
"My hand."
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~~ My 76-year-old father, while still a good driver,
has more trouble judging distances than he used to.
This sometimes results in driving by sound:
He hits something, and then realizes it was there.
The cost of repairing rear bumpers was getting expensive.
So a perfect gift seemed to be a reverse-sensor kit that
gave an audible and visual signal when the car was getting
too close to something.
We had it installed and watched excitedly as Dad backed
out of the garage.
The audible signal went off...and he reached for his cellphone.
"Hello?"
BANG!
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~~ The millionaire was concerned when liquor started
vanishing from the mansion shortly after he hired a new
butler.
Confronted with his employer's suspicions, the butler said,
"I'll have you know I come from a long line of honest
Englishmen."
Smelling alcohol on the butler's breath, the millionaire said,
"To be very frank, it's not your English forebears which
concerns me but your Scotch extraction."
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~~ I was driving home one day when one of my tires went
flat.
I stopped at a garage and found an attendant that would
pump up the tire.
"That will be $50," said the attendant when he was finished.
"That's outrageous!" I exclaimed.
"That's WAY too much for just pumping up my tire!"
"Inflation, my good man," replied the attendant,
"it's called inflation!"
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~~I saw a poor old lady fall over today on the ice!!
At least I presume she was poor -
she only had $1.20 in her purse.
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~~ Just as she was celebrating her 80th birthday,
our friend received a jury-duty notice.
She called the clerk's office to remind them that she was
exempt because of her age.
"You need to come in and fill out the exemption forms,"
the clerk said.
"But I filled them out last year," she replied.
"You have to fill them out every year."
"Why? Do you think I'm getting younger?"
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~~ Linda said:
As I am retired, I occasionally drive my grandsons to
school.
On our way, we enjoy many conversations.
One day, we talked about work, and how Poppa was
self-employed.
I explained that Poppa worked by himself.
"No, Nana! Poppa has a helper, a girl!" my nine-year-old
grandson, Ethan corrected me.
My husband, Wayne is a surveyor, and for the first time in
his long career his assistant was a woman.
"Aren't you worried, Nana?" Ethan asked.
"No... why" I replied.
"You know, Nana," he said, "the girl-and-boy thing."
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~~ My wife and I pulled into a drive-through restaurant.
A voice from the intercom asked us what we would like.
Yet to decide, my wife said, "Can we have a minute,
please?"
"Will that be a small, medium or large?" came the reply.
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~~ I was appreciating some abstract paintings in an art
gallery when I overheard a little girl ask her mother,
"Why does this day care use such big paper,
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Todays Thought: Far too many people spend their lives reading the menu instead of enjoying the banquet.
Rae's Trivia... Crocodile eggs that are incubated below 85 Fahrenheit (29.50 Celsius) hatch into females, while those incubated above 95 Fahrenheit (350 Celsius) hatch into males.
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