Um OK Auntie, I guess that has some logic to it.
“Why won’t you give me your password for Facebook? You’re trying to hide something. What are you trying to hide?”
The Husband never told me that French Nana works for the secret police. (For the record, we have know idea why she wants his password so badly).
“And they say the Irish drink a lot.”
Observation by Auntie while watching Mr Honey have a little of this, and a little of that (a lot of this, and a lot of that).
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She would say things to Fifty like, “I don’t dislike you. You’re a very nice dog, but I don’t need to touch you, and you don’t need to touch me.”
And then Fifty would look at her, wagging his tale, and give her leg a big old lick (he’s a licker).
And all that tail wagging and licking must have melted her heart because soon she was cooking up chicken scraps for his dinner….
(and getting all fancy with it)
And as I was serving it to him…
“Wait, I haven’t put any salt and pepper on that yet”.
I knew she’d love him.
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(the red wine, not so much the Fall)
bisou
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