The dry hot summer took a toll on the knee harvest at Lake Michigan. It's slim pickings, as you can see; the knees are few, and sparse. 
On a happier note, the guys pose for a photo.
Beautiful Lake Michigan, in mid-October!
All those years of keeping my spices in alphabetical order!
Now they tell me!
Well Andy, looks like you're off the hook, ole vegetable lover (NOT!)
There once was a Mom named Sandy.
ReplyDeleteShe baked carrot cake for Andy.
She writes rhyme and verse,
keeps Tide in her purse,
And drives to get pepper all day.
(That 1st joke was a real "knee slapper")
I think this blog has gone to the dogs since poetry has become the main form of communication.
ReplyDeleteVery good, Andy, very good! However, me thinks there is a little mouse in your house that has been telling tales about your favorite mother-in-law! Don't mind your favorite father-in-law's comment; he's just jealous because he doesn't do rhyme!
ReplyDeleteHo, I do ryhme all the time!
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