Stay tuned for what may be some comical entries!
I've always been told I should be a writer. Not that I think I'm good at it, all my family, friends, acquaintances and coworkers tell me I just have a way of telling a story.
Yes, I have been known to embellish things a bit, but without an apt description of events, it just wouldn't paint the picture in quite the light that it needs.
Many of our adventures.....wait, let me change that....Many of our misadventures start out with all the right intent, but somehow end up a WHOLE lot different than intended.
Being as my wife have a sense of humour, it helps get through most of the calamities that befall one who enjoys the RV Lifestyle.
I've always been told I should be a writer. Not that I think I'm good at it, all my family, friends, acquaintances and coworkers tell me I just have a way of telling a story.
Yes, I have been known to embellish things a bit, but without an apt description of events, it just wouldn't paint the picture in quite the light that it needs.
Many of our adventures.....wait, let me change that....Many of our misadventures start out with all the right intent, but somehow end up a WHOLE lot different than intended.
Being as my wife have a sense of humour, it helps get through most of the calamities that befall one who enjoys the RV Lifestyle.
'Twas The Night Before Christmas
This was a little something I wrote to my wife after a little "Xmas Tree Mishap"
'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas,
All was quiet in the house.
The cats were now sleeping,
Cause we don't have a mouse.
The ornaments were hung
On the Pine tree with care,
As if by some miracle
"Martha Stuart" was there.
The two of us were sleeping
Me in the chair, her in bed
By the sound of my snoring
You'd know I'm not dead.
When all of a sudden
Something "Whooshed"
And then "Crashed".
I near went through the roof
As each ornament smashed.
I looked to the place
That our tree had once stood,
It now laid in pieces
On our floor made of wood.
I cried out to Bonnie
"Come quick I need you!"
In a flash she retorted
"What the hell did you do"?
"I didn't do nothing"!
"All your ornaments were too large"
"And as for you overloading the tree,
I think guilty is the charge"!
So without any delay,
I arrived with broom and with pan
And I swept up the glass
And then put it in the can.
I stood up the tree,
And assessed what transpired,
It would require my "Martha"
So to bed I retired.
'Twas the night before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas,
All was quiet in the house.
The cats were now sleeping,
Cause we don't have a mouse.
The ornaments were hung
On the Pine tree with care,
As if by some miracle
"Martha Stuart" was there.
The two of us were sleeping
Me in the chair, her in bed
By the sound of my snoring
You'd know I'm not dead.
When all of a sudden
Something "Whooshed"
And then "Crashed".
I near went through the roof
As each ornament smashed.
I looked to the place
That our tree had once stood,
It now laid in pieces
On our floor made of wood.
I cried out to Bonnie
"Come quick I need you!"
In a flash she retorted
"What the hell did you do"?
"I didn't do nothing"!
"All your ornaments were too large"
"And as for you overloading the tree,
I think guilty is the charge"!
So without any delay,
I arrived with broom and with pan
And I swept up the glass
And then put it in the can.
I stood up the tree,
And assessed what transpired,
It would require my "Martha"
So to bed I retired.
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