l live out in the country and possums don't often visit, but when they do they don't live stay long. Their feces can carry the EPM protozoa, which can be fatal to horses. Not a good thing.....
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No WE don't.
Nemo14
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Thanks Mom - some people have trouble taking hints!!!
JenniferS
When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
Funny story from yesterday:
Prior to the ceremony in the coldish, shaded tent, we were all standing around in the bright sunshine chit-chatting. A lady on her own (about 15 years younger than me), walks past, looks at me, does a double take, and says, "Jennifer?"
I say, "Hey, how are you?"
"Good, blah, blah, blah ..." and she continues on.
Mike says to me, "Who is that?" I answer, "No idea."
Somebody in our group mentions that she is the Pastor's wife, which is zero help, as no one knows the Pastor's name.
So, I'm wracking my brain ... thinking of every church I've ever attended ... trying to place the face ... going through the alphabet, reciting girl's names.
Zip. Zero. Zilch!
The alphabet trick NEVER fails me.
Three quarters through the ceremony, the penny drops. IT'S MY FREAKIN' DOCTOR!!!
My doctor. Mike's doctor. Son #1's doctor. Son #2's doctor. My mom's doctor. My dad's palliative care doctor. Bro #2's doctor. Tammy's doctor. Bro #3's entire family's doctor.
Told you I was terrible with faces!
At the end of the ceremony, I went up to her, gave her a huge hug, and confessed my sins. Soooo embarrassing.
While I was at it, I admitted that I've been avoiding her for the past two years since I gained all this weight, and that I was afraid she would yell at me. She said of course, she wouldn't yell at me.
(Now that this awkward moment has already passed, maybe I should just go ahead and book my physical.
It's only been three years.)
Prior to the ceremony in the coldish, shaded tent, we were all standing around in the bright sunshine chit-chatting. A lady on her own (about 15 years younger than me), walks past, looks at me, does a double take, and says, "Jennifer?"
I say, "Hey, how are you?"
"Good, blah, blah, blah ..." and she continues on.
Mike says to me, "Who is that?" I answer, "No idea."
Somebody in our group mentions that she is the Pastor's wife, which is zero help, as no one knows the Pastor's name.
So, I'm wracking my brain ... thinking of every church I've ever attended ... trying to place the face ... going through the alphabet, reciting girl's names.
Zip. Zero. Zilch!
The alphabet trick NEVER fails me.
Three quarters through the ceremony, the penny drops. IT'S MY FREAKIN' DOCTOR!!!
My doctor. Mike's doctor. Son #1's doctor. Son #2's doctor. My mom's doctor. My dad's palliative care doctor. Bro #2's doctor. Tammy's doctor. Bro #3's entire family's doctor.
Told you I was terrible with faces!
At the end of the ceremony, I went up to her, gave her a huge hug, and confessed my sins. Soooo embarrassing.
While I was at it, I admitted that I've been avoiding her for the past two years since I gained all this weight, and that I was afraid she would yell at me. She said of course, she wouldn't yell at me.
(Now that this awkward moment has already passed, maybe I should just go ahead and book my physical.
It's only been three years.)
NYwdwfan
Well-Known Member
Funny story from yesterday:
Prior to the ceremony in the coldish, shaded tent, we were all standing around in the bright sunshine chit-chatting. A lady on her own (about 15 years younger than me), walks past, looks at me, does a double take, and says, "Jennifer?"
I say, "Hey, how are you?"
"Good, blah, blah, blah ..." and she continues on.
Mike says to me, "Who is that?" I answer, "No idea."
Somebody in our group mentions that she is the Pastor's wife, which is zero help, as no one knows the Pastor's name.
So, I'm wracking my brain ... thinking of every church I've ever attended ... trying to place the face ... going through the alphabet, reciting girl's names.
Zip. Zero. Zilch!
The alphabet trick NEVER fails me.
Three quarters through the ceremony, the penny drops. IT'S MY FREAKIN' DOCTOR!!!
My doctor. Mike's doctor. Son #1's doctor. Son #2's doctor. My mom's doctor. My dad's palliative care doctor. Bro #2's doctor. Tammy's doctor. Bro #3's entire family's doctor.
Told you I was terrible with faces!
At the end of the ceremony, I went up to her, gave her a huge hug, and confessed my sins. Soooo embarrassing.
While I was at it, I admitted that I've been avoiding her for the past two years since I gained all this weight, and that I was afraid she would yell at me. She said of course, she wouldn't yell at me.
(Now that this awkward moment has already passed, maybe I should just go ahead and book my physical.
That is something that would happen to me.
JenniferS
When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
The alphabet trick didn't work, because of course, I don't call her by her first name. Duh!
That is something that would happen to me.
NYwdwfan
Well-Known Member
I could not agree more. Won't touch the stuff.
I love candy corn. However, I realize it is a polarizing candy option. At work we have a bin of it up by checkouts, which my cashiers and I frequently have differing opinions on.
Lucky
Well-Known Member
What about raw carrots?
JenniferS
When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
Put the tv on pause.
acishere
Well-Known Member
What?! Could you repeat that? I couldn't hear you over my taking a sip of water.
Goofyernmost
Well-Known Member
It comforting to know that you and your Doctor are that close. Jennifer, Jennifer, Jennifer... there are times that you worry me a little. Maybe I shouldn't go to Europe and leave you on your own.Funny story from yesterday:
Prior to the ceremony in the coldish, shaded tent, we were all standing around in the bright sunshine chit-chatting. A lady on her own (about 15 years younger than me), walks past, looks at me, does a double take, and says, "Jennifer?"
I say, "Hey, how are you?"
"Good, blah, blah, blah ..." and she continues on.
Mike says to me, "Who is that?" I answer, "No idea."
Somebody in our group mentions that she is the Pastor's wife, which is zero help, as no one knows the Pastor's name.
So, I'm wracking my brain ... thinking of every church I've ever attended ... trying to place the face ... going through the alphabet, reciting girl's names.
Zip. Zero. Zilch!
The alphabet trick NEVER fails me.
Three quarters through the ceremony, the penny drops. IT'S MY FREAKIN' DOCTOR!!!
My doctor. Mike's doctor. Son #1's doctor. Son #2's doctor. My mom's doctor. My dad's palliative care doctor. Bro #2's doctor. Tammy's doctor. Bro #3's entire family's doctor.
Told you I was terrible with faces!
At the end of the ceremony, I went up to her, gave her a huge hug, and confessed my sins. Soooo embarrassing.
While I was at it, I admitted that I've been avoiding her for the past two years since I gained all this weight, and that I was afraid she would yell at me. She said of course, she wouldn't yell at me.
(Now that this awkward moment has already passed, maybe I should just go ahead and book my physical.
Goofyernmost
Well-Known Member
Little known fact... The last Candy Corn was made in 1937. Fortunately, they get more tasty as they age.
JenniferS
When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
Correct. You should take me with you.
Goofyernmost
Well-Known Member
I think that your husband is to big and I'm to old to survive it.
JenniferS
When you're the leader, you don't have to follow.
Yeah, there is that.I think that your husband is to big and I'm to old to survive it.