Why don't you take a few minutes and cut your hair." Mrs F says to Mr F after surveying his head.
"You first." Mr F retorts
"What does that mean?" Mrs F asks a little defensively.
"Nothing... Liza." Mr says and then cackles with self satisfaction.
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Just wanted to take a moment to let you know that I really enjoy your blog...you are so funny!
I LOVE your hair all spikey! It's totally your personality! (Or so I imagine) :)
Oh...I forgot to tell you...I went to an Amish Auction/Flea Market last weekend!
My sister moved to Clare, TONS of Amish in that community. I've been to it once before but I thought of you as little girls in their little pink dresses and bonnets twirled around. :)
AND...my sisters house was actually built by an Amish man! He also built her cupboards and cabinets, all out of Hickory. It's BEAUTIFUL!
Then she had a different Amish man build their stair railings. Just seen those yesterday...AWESOME! :)
Okay...sorry for the hijack.
Have a great day!
Tammy C,
Oh thanks :)
Staci,
Well now that Mr F compared me to Liza M I'm a little nervous ;)
And loving the Amish stories!!
*snicker*
I dig it. A little product in it, and it would be perfect.
Thanks for your comment on my blog. I replied there, but you gave me a much-needed laugh, because you know I'm already milking this at home, right?
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