As she lay there dozing next to me a voice inside my head kept saying, "Relax, you are not the first doctor to sleep with one of his patients." But another voice kept saying, "Paradigmsearch, you are a veterinarian."
I am sad to report that the man who invented the Hokey-Pokey has died. It was a serious and solemn affair, until it came time to place him in the coffin. They put his right leg in... It all went downhill from there.
'I am sad to report that the man who invented the Hokey-Pokey has died. It was a serious and solemn affair, until it came time to place him in the coffin. They put his right leg in... It all went downhill from there.'
That's hilarious, PS. So much so, I'm now really interested in looking at your hubs !
Paradigm, at this rate you will fail as a tailor too. It seams, and I don’t mean to needle you, but you waste too many valuable threads. Meanwhile, if you have an annoying stitch, why not just scratch it? I try not to be clothes minded but you don’t spool me one bit! Your humor is ill fitting and doesn’t suit you. You are pinning your hopes on a seamless future!
What a yarn you weave! needle him, you have me in stitches! I too was getting frayed by these worn out threads... It's knot fair that para treadles on and on without a break. I wish he would snap to it, we need some closure. I feel ripped off. Sorry, better fold before I stretch this reply too thin.
Depression is such an incredibly versatile and mysterious affliction!
I believe my poor old mum had suffered from post natal depression for years.... we were completely unaware of the fact... Oh sure, her behavior was shall we say; Weird and quite off the charts But what really concerned me is that she had convinced everyone, including her doctor that prior to my birth... she had been fine!!
Sorry to digress... it's just that the death of the Hokey Tokey man got me thinking about how well my mother danced it while waiting at supermarket checkouts and at red traffic lights while out driving!