Polygamist’s Special December 9, 2007
Posted by carpebanana in : Ramblings , add a commentYesterday Devastatingly Handsome took me on a date (we call anywhere we go, even to the mailbox, sans kids a date) to the Amish bulk food and seconds store.
I pointed out a box of roses made of feathers as he is not attentive to detail and their unique style impressed me in much the same way a rose made of finger jello would, only these you would not even be able to get rid of by eating and they didn’t look big enough to make good dusters.
He busted up laughing.
Seems the proprieter had affixed a sign (sorry, no camera) to the side of the feather rose box:
TAKE ONE HOME TO YOUR WIFE
2/$1.00
The First Tomato Cage Carol Known to Mankind December 9, 2007
Posted by carpebanana in : Bananalets , 1 comment so farMiss Dance is not generally the poetic type. However, she composed a song last night as we pulled in front of the house ~ here~ for your enjoyment ~ the sight she beheld and the song she sang:
We three trees on Banana Road,
Strung by Dad so elegantly
Made of lights on tomato ca-ages, shi-ining through the snow
OOOOHHHH, trees of wonder, trees so bright
Trees made out of Christmas lights
In the back yard, in the front yard,
Bringing cheer to all around.
Brightness now behold them rise,
One thousand six hundred lights in all.
I’m beginning to wonder what our electricity bill is going to be!
OOOOHHHH, trees of wonder trees so bright
Trees made out of Christmas lights
In the back yard, in the front yard,
Bringing cheer to all around.
Merry Christmas! (instead of Amen)
Somehow Miss Dance can make it fit the meter. I have to tell you, though, I thought she was singing “Wee Three Trees.” Oh, well.