My Husband "Subvet" says that when our first son "Sonshine" was born the sun rose on our world, when our second son "Gator" was born the sun laughed and when our daughter "Sugars" was born all the flowers bloomed. That says it all.

"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...
It's about learning how to dance in the rain."
Anonymous

Your mind is the garden, your
thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can either be flowers or weeds. — William
Wordsworth

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

about those teeth.....

My Aunt Betsy posted this on my facebook page:


I'm surprised it took so long to find the teeth!! HaHaHaHa!!!! You'd be surprised at what your Aunt Sheryl and I found cleaning out Mom and Dad's house. We thought we'd share the wealth so to speak. I knew you would probably keep the buttons and stuck them in there.


Bets has always been known as the family prankster!!

Sheryl's contribution to the facebook conversation was:

Hey that's silver in them thar teefs... Times are hard Missy, pick out the silver!!!

or not, thanks anyway.



and if you'd like to know where this sense of humor came from...go here.....then follow the links at the end of that post....
Love you Aunt Betsy and Sheryl!!


Oh yeah....and if you followed the link to this post and were wondering...my answering maching currently says
"We're busy chasing children, leave a message and we'll call you back."

my cell says
"Hello, I'm busy herding hooligans today, please leave a message and I'll call you back."

I'm part of this family too you know!
You may call it odd.....to us it's our Legacy.

5 comments:

GrandmaK said...

There's got to be one in every family!!! Yours is a "corker!" ;) Cathy

Susan said...

I've ALWAYS admired your upbeat attitude!!!!

Lisa said...

Hey, yeah! Listen to those aunts! Pick out the silver! It's worth 29.50 an ounce right now. The silver in that tooth could buy you lunch at McDonald's! ;) An appropriate way to s0pend it, I'm thinkin...

Lori said...

things your parents saved. My mother had a feather from the first bird my brother shot with his BB gun. That would make that feather, umm, 50 years old. Yes we opened the box and knew immediately what it was. a lone feather in a little box--no label!

Linda said...

Nothing like having a few practical jokers in the family, it makes the curmudgeons in the family that much easier to deal with!