Cricket’s Lucky Day

If this was your name, wouldn’t you be a taxidermist? Because you know it totally does. Anyway, Schmeltz Taxidermy’s sign is at the start of a dirt road that I do not intend to travel any time soon, even though Bill offered to let’s go see what’s at the end of it. What would we say? That we’d like to get a quote on Cricket (who is contentedly snoozing in her crate in the rear of the Explorer)?

Okay, that’s both awful and funny at the same time. As a reward for not deleting me, here’s a favorite of mine:

A man walks into the vet, carrying his sick ol’ dog. The vet takes a look, and says, “Wellsir, today’s yer lucky day. I’m also a licensed  taxidermist.”

“How’s that lucky?” asked the man.

“Either way, yer gettin’ yer dog back.”

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About Ginny O'Donnell

After reading a really nice obituary a few years ago, I considered what they'll write about me. "She worked all day, then went home and made supper." Except now, my husband has retired, so he makes the supper. Hm. I sound kinda lazy, but I'm always busy. You'll see. Part 2: I like my original About Me, so I'm keeping it intact. But now I, too, am footloose. Let's see what happens next, shall we? Part 3: Just to keep everything in perspective, I'm keeping parts 1 and 2 intact. Now, I am actively and happily NOT so footloose, doing my thing over at Cottage Door Press. And with it being off its training wheels, I will pick up my ginnygram pen again. Love!

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