Yes folks! That really is a wolf!
posted by Sandy Cathcart @ 2:10 PM
Sunday, February 12, 2006
sandy & the Wolf
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6 Comments:
Well, this is just great. I'd rather see your pics and your writings tho--rather than all the other folks-tho it was a neat selection. Hope this gets to you--keep this blog up! It will be great! lvpatti
Ahh, man! I want one! Is that his tongue? Did he just give you a lick on the chin?
Oooo, girl, this is sooooo cool. What I wouldn't give to join you on one of your adventures. One of these days, perhaps. : )
Love you, and I'll put this on my list of favorite blogs to peruse.
donna
Welcome Patti and Donna!
Patti, I'll have plenty of writing and photos as this grows.
Donna, Yes! He did just give me a lick on the chin? He could have taken my whole face off! But lucky me, he chose the kiss instead. Then...and you'll never believe this...he rolled over and wanted me to rub his belly, which I did!
The captain of the cruise liner swaggered, or shall I say, staggered across the deck. His gate had nothing to do with the pitch of the waves. He whistled a sailor’s tune about pink elephants. So much for competence in our commander. About 15 minutes later, we all heard a kaboom! A boiler down below had exploded. The noise was deafening. The crew apparently had not been imbibing with the captain and their level of alertness was reassuring. They knew their areas and soon had us lined in rows on the lifeboat deck. Every passenger made it to a rubber raft, wrapped in a Mae West. Most made it to shore, though due to a panicked passenger, one flipped, and all its occupants drowned. My arms ached from the effort. How I wished I had that mandolin-playing gondolier driver to pole me across the shark-infested, endless seas. When we finally reached the shore, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There were the elephants our dear captain (now at rest in his watery grave) had sung about. I kid you not. They were pink. Did the dear man know something about where we were headed? Was that why he hit the bottle? Fear gripped me as about 3 dozen half naked men, about 3-1/2 feet tall, galloped toward the shore and our lifeboats.
“Oh mercy me” were my last words before I fainted.
When our barbeque turned into a flaming furnace on the upper deck, I grabbed the cordless phone, ran to the middle of the street and called 911. I tried to get a new garden hose hooked up, but it had some doohicky on it that made it inoperable (turned out to be a random piece of hardware another consumer had tried in the store).I left my husband on the deck trying to douse the flames and save our house. He used my metal cake cover and a neighbor saw our plight and came running with his garden house. all was well except Alan when the fire truck arrived. We needed only repaired upper and lower decks. I was NOT courageous.
--Lynniegirl
Oh mercy me! I love that one. I would have fainted too!
Dying to know who wrote that? Was that you, Katy? Sounds like it.
Lynn, you didn't need to be courageous, because your husband was. Can't have two courageous people battling into the melee! ha!
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