Thursday, June 2, 2011
Confession by Brodan
Ok, it was me who ate Mom's brand new plant from Bradford Greenhouse. There are theories that the wind blew it over, the baby squirrels got into it, and lastly, highly unlikely is our 80 year old neighbour hopped the 6' fence, walke3d over and kicked it over with his workboots. note: as soon as i learn how to operate Dad's camera ; i'll take a shot of the evidence.
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The black flies are really bad right now, my friend. They probably ate it while your parents were at work. Hold your head high!!!
You cheeky little buggar! (Brodan. Not Grandma!!!) So tell me this, Dufus. (again...Brodan. Not Gramma!) Who was sleeping on my white couch last night?
Oh,oh, Brodan. You'll have to get off the couch a little sooner, so that Mom can't feel that it's still warm. Then again, warming up the couch for Mom no doubt came from your heart, and was well meant. Sometines it's just so hard to get things right, isn't it? Never mind though, usually you're way ahead of all of us!!
See what I mean, dear friend? I can't even get my name right!!! But like you, at least I tried! xoxo
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