My phone rang at 3:45 this morning. I knew right away. "Somebody died or it's Roger". It was Roger.
He bought a bird from someplace down south and they sent it to La Crosse via the U.S. Postal Service (such as it is).
The phone rang around 3:00 A.M. It was the post office. They wanted to "give him the bird".
He jumped in the car and brought that baby back home to his "honey-bunny" who was decorating the Christmas tree!
And, you thought I was the only one who got up in the middle of the night.
COMMENT:
det said...
Is that Rita looking for the bird in the Christmas tree...or is she just drunk?
Rita said..."I was not drunk - I was putting the Christmas tree together. We have one of those trees that one must put together."
COMMENT:
det said...
