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Leaving Lowe’s the other day we saw a little car.
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And if you think it doesn’t look that small?
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Here it is parked next to the husband’s old Ford truck.
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There’s small… and then there’s small. I mean really, what are they picking up at Lowe’s in that? A thumb tack might fit..
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And their wacky Facebook Group postings.
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Cat damage and springs that poke your butt?
Hurry up people, these won’t last long!
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A noisy big yellow machine. I shall follow this thread and report back. Who knows… maybe it’s the Beatles’ long lost submarine.
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Christ. Don’t tell my husband!
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You may not know what it feels like to fall off the turnip truck, but in my town… apparently you can fall off the potato one.
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This is a running gag because certain parts of our town lose power quite easily. Flatulent rodents will probably strike here next, stay tuned
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Sadly, I know of no retail chicken establishments.
Wonder if I could talk them into a few clever and highly motivated red squirrels instead?
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The husband stopped for gas the other day in his truck. Since I wasn’t with him, he opted for a little haute cuisine a la convenience store.
Pizza slices in hand…. he settled into the truck cab to munch.
And then?
This:
A seagull spotted him. ( Or more likely his pizza )
Husband said the silly thing squawked up a storm, pacing back and forth on the hood.
When that didn’t earn him any pizza, he attacked the windshield wipers.
Husband said it was such a spectacle, people were taking pictures and one woman asked if she could put it on Facebook.
So if you see a retired Marine in a black Ford truck looking like Tippi Hendren on your news feed?
That’s my man.
And his new seagull friend.
