“There’s ANOTHER one??” my 10 year-old son asked. His eyes got bigger and his jaw dropped. I admit, it took me a few seconds to catch up.
“Another what?”
“Another sister.”
“What are you talking about? I have one sister; you have two.”
“What about the one in the basement??” He was worried now. I was checking him for obvious signs of a head injury. I’d been talking about using rinsewater from laundry to water the gardens, and he was asking about missing siblings. That’s when it hit me. I laughed so hard, tears almost ran down my leg. When I caught my breath, I explained what a cistern does.
Pajari Girl 
Grin… I like it!
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thanks 🙂 glad i’m not the only one who finds my life amusing!
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Just hilarious.
Reminds me that I recently read a Dollar Barn ad in the Shopper waaay too quickly and thought your sis stocked nail polish in puppy poop color.
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Bahahahaha! Wouldn’t surprise me…
PS:We had a Cocker Spaniel that ate crayons, so I guess the color would depend on the puppy and his or her eating habits.
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Oh my gosh too funn!
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Danny Boy to a T, huh? lol
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I loved Danny boy and the cistern. It brings back memories of his tentacles.
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Bahahahahaha!! Me, too! 😀
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That was good. But not as good as his tentacles.
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Bahahaha! He scares the crap outta me sometimes. Children’s Sermons, especially!
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