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I encountered these barns, including the one with the big hex sign, enroute from Morehouse, Missouri to Saint Paul, Minnesota. Thanks to forgottenman, I was free to shoot pictures while he drove. The second one is a bit unfocused. He was probably speeding!
For the Month of Squares Challenge: Red Barn Roof
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I absolutely love this photo of Ollie when he was runt of the litter.
Now seven months old, he is the heaviest of the four siblings. Here he is just a few days ago, enjoying the remains of the Christmas turkey!!!
For the Daily Post’s Favorite Photo of 2017 Challenge.
Bad News for the Substitute Teacher
Pity the poor substitute.
No matter just how resolute,
up on the subject and astute,
no matter that you’re deadly cute,
these factors will not constitute
a success that is absolute.
They will not render class clowns mute,
for they, too, have their horns to toot.
These truths I swear can’t be refuted.
You’ll rue the day you substituted!
After today’s poem about English teachers, Mike Akin requested that I write one about substitute teachers. I meet every challenge! Here it is.
Little Duck is checking it out and he can’t believe it any more than I can. Out of eight socks taken out of the dryer, six of them are mismatched—which means each of them matches none of the others! You may think some look like they match, but none of them remotely do. If they are the same length, one is heavy and the other see-through. I cannot figure it out as I have even purchased two new pairs of black socks since I left Mexico. Mismatched socks are a Bummer!!! May have to go buy myself some M&M‘s to console myself. Mmmm good.
P.S. This photo was not staged. I’d taken this photo tonight before I saw the challenge. I was trying to figure out how to use it and asked forgottenman, “Can you figure out some word with two m’s in it that describes mismatched socks?” He said, “Ummm–mismatched?” “Brilliant!” I said. “How did you come up with that so fast?” “You really didn’t notice that mismatched had two m’s in it?” he countered. “Yes, that’s why I called you brilliant.” “Dear,” he said, “you said it to me! ‘Mismatched socks’?” Duh. We leave tomorrow for Minnesota. In the rush of packing, not to mention frustration over non-matching socks, my mind seems to have become addlepated. I’ll be my usual perfect self tomorrow.