Somewhere Over the Fragbow - - -

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It is Friday and time to bring out a whole fragbow of assorted odds and ends.

Even though this is one of my FAVORITE weekly parties, I have MISSED JOINING for two weeks running, or was it three?   

It was a personal issue - - - I have personal issues.   I know that comes as a shock but there it is.

Mostly I let myself procrastinate undesirable chores (i.e. BILL PAYING) but while doing so I punish myself by NOT letting myself do the things I love.  And there you have it - - - the making of a basket case in a nutshell.

Sigh.

Oh well I'm back!!!  Let's just pretend we're ostriches and stick our heads in the sand about all of that, shall we?

Now on to the fragbow - - -
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Two of our children and their spouses (spouses not shown here) went to the sunny climes of Florida for a wee vacay and neglected to invite their mamma to go along.  They DID however text me pictures like this so I could enjoy the fun vicariously.

Never mind kiddos, I wouldn't have invited me either.  Besides, I like to go to Florida in the summer so I won't miss any of our lovely frozen tundra snow.

Our snow is whiter than your beach sand.
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Poor little Mack got the "bad speller" gene from his Kamma.  He WANTS to spell all the words correctly, but it is a struggle for him.

Oh how I remember those days for myself.  The ONLY time I ever tried to cheat in my school life was over a couple of 3rd grade spelling words.  

I before E or two T's or one M or - - - oh it is all WAY too confusing.

I don't even remember if I actually USED my little "cheat note" penciled onto the top of my desk, but I DO remember having to go to the teacher the next day to confess 'cause I just was way way WAY too guilty.

But WHY did I have to pass THIS gene on to my sweet little gran????
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Some hardworking man around here comes home, gets in his comfy pj's, and sits on the loveseat to watch TV.

Nearly immediately his head starts to bob.

"You better go to bed, honey, you'll get a crick in your neck."

Mumble  (Interpretation - I'm too comfortable to move)

Eventually he ends up all slouched down like this - - - sometimes for several hours.

Poor baby.

(different colored socks worn intentionally with pride)


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Now HERE'S a gene I'm very happy to have passed along to both my grans - - - the jig saw puzzler gene.
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Why oh why is my wifi choosing THIS MOMENT when I'm trying to do my fragbow to go all wonkey???  On, off, on, off, works, doesn't work.

Good Grief, Charlie Brown.
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This surfaced out of my drier one day.  

Only THIS is after I cut the towel away from the other end of the lure, see the little scraps of towel left behind?

Do you have any idea how HARD it is to get barbed hooks out of gloves and towels?

Um yah, SOMEONE is very fortunate these stuck to HIS stuff and didn't destroy anything of mine.

I'm just sayin'
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About a week ago the grans were excited to have a snow day.  They snuggled down with their blankie and tablets for some quiet fun.

Their Kamma wishes it was the BUCKY BADGER blankies she gave them instead of this nasty old Wolverine one - - - but who's noticing.  ;-)

Snow days are free holidays, don't'cha know!
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The other day Fisherhubby had to take my car someplace.

"Don't touch my library lanyard in the passenger seat," I called after him.

I know his propensity for messing with my stuff when he gets in my car and I NEED my lanyard 'cause my locker key is hanging on it.

He came home and said, "I TOUCHED your lanyard."
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He just can't help himself.

"That 14 year old whom I married,"  she said shaking her head.
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That's all the fragbow I have for today.
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Please hurry over to Mrs. 4444's place

Where you will see LOTS of fragbows

AND where you can "frag-up" yourself

Should you so choose.

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