As my Family Picture Gallery takes shape,
we are locating photos to hang on the wall.
Hubby as a young boy.
He hasn't changed a bit. fib.
I use to think that mice were sweet creatures
that helped Cinderella go the Ball to meet her Prince Charming,
I have to let this mind set go.
I've had a change of HEART.
When we moved from the country
to this old stone house in small town America,
much care was taken to pack our belongings.
TIME passed and we are still unpacking our treasures.
I wrapped precious framed pictures in newspaper with care
and carefully placed them into a nice clean box.
Into the garage they went and stayed for far too long.
Mice got into the nice box,
shredded the newspaper to make a nest
and nibbled the frames.
FINE DINING.
Ruined them.
Thankful they didn't eat the pictures.
Need I say more?
Oh Mickey…you are so grounded.
You don't get to drive the car for a month.
No friends over or going out for two weeks.
No computer for a week and no phone calls.
Go to your room.
Do you suppose he'll listen?
D-con and traps,
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