Monday, June 3, 2013

6/3/13

A pioneer (and, in truth, guinea pig) in the field of Lasik, everything went swimmingly for Camille until she mistook the hall closet for the guest powder room. 
Christmas had been a delight. The turkey was moist, the candles were lovely and the decorations were festive. Then little Christy happened to notice through her mom's holiday blouse that she'd gone and gotten her nipples pierced... 
The shower was fun and all, but after seven and a half months without either a Lucky Strike or an Old Fashioned, Dottie had just about HAD IT... 
It was tremendously difficult for Luthor and Sally Mae to say goodbye to little Edgar as the bus pulled up to take him to the first day of second grade, but they knew it was for the best that someone in the family receive an education. 
Fun was fun, but Leon was only going to permit cousin Bert to play "Tiny Bubbles" on that ukulele one more time before he broke it in half and fed it to him. 
Cheryl thought that the holiday's were always a blast when Aunt Myrtle came to call... so long as she was limited to only three spiced rum toddies. 
If Celeste was so hell bent on driving from Clearwater to Ft. Myers with the top down, then Mary Eleanor had to concoct an up-do that would withstand the torque. 

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