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Sunday, November 2, 2014

Shoe Polish On My Breath

Other than the idiotic Daylight Savings Time messing with my sleep pattern, I woke up with a start at 3 am this morning, as my brain randomly brought up my last blog.  My brain informed me that I may have or surely had insulted my siblings with my suggestion that they needed 6 weeks lead time to think up an excuse for not helping me with Mom.  WOW, what a boneheaded statement and certainly not true at all.

In my effort to be witty with my blog, I ended up being sh...y instead. I have no reservations about how wonderful my siblings are and either available one would not need 6 weeks, or even 6 seconds lead time to decide to help me with Mom if I needed then to.

So in the spirit of the great politicians' standard comeback when they say something boneheaded, "I misspoke", but better than that, I crapped in my hat then put it on and wore it all day until last night when I finally smelled myself.  Shewweeeeee!  You lose all bowel control when you stick your own shoe in your mouth, complete with foot and sock.

1 comment:

  1. Don't worry, Dad. We ALL say crappy things and we ALL experience regret. Fortunately for us, we have a very forgiving family (at least I like to think so). You are loved by everyone.

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