I got these out of my grandpa’s garden.
I got this one off the web.
Well,I guess he’s not all that new. He’s been here for a few weeks. When he first showed up I didn’t think he’d be so popular. Now my brothers have to have him around. They just enjoy him so much.
I think he’s ok,but he has this strong odor about him. He always hangs out in the kitchen. He smells up the breakfast table. The boys let him help with every meal. He has one particular taste…and really there’s only so much of that I can stand! Even if his part doesn’t go into the meal,he’s always around for the eating part.
Also,I’m always asking him to move. Is it too much to ask that he stay where he belongs? But the boys want him around. I guess it’s what’s inside that counts. At least he’s mild.
Here’s a picture of him.
…..why are you looking at me like that?
A week ago we acquired this ball of fur.
It was rescued off the yellow line in the middle of highway 95.
Our dogs really enjoy looking after it…
Back when I was buying all those cake mixes for that big order, I accidently bought three white and one pineapple. I needed four white so I had to run to the store in the middle of baking.
So,here I am stuck with this pineapple cake mix…yuck! Not to mention lots of colored leftover frosting.
So I now introduce the world to:
I really won’t need a patent on these because nobody’s crazy enough to make them.