Sunday, August 26, 2007

Flea Market

One Question. Why do they call it a flea market?

Dad and Mom went to one today today. After walking from one end to the other Dad bought 2 pair of reading glasses. Mom petted all the puppies. I could smell them when she got home. She didn't buy any. Dad probably wouldn't let her. Besides, I have all I can do to keep Skeeter in line.

Mom did buy tomatoes, peppers, peaches, etc. etc.It will be time to plant a garden soon. We just have to think of a way to keep Skeeter out. He's not a digger but he pees on everything outside. Mom will come up with something.

At the risk of sounding political today's quote is both sad and humourous.
I don't know who's responsible for it.

"Sure you can trust our government, just ask any Indian."

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